I had another post scheduled today but I thought I'd tell you what happened this morning. I was downstairs packing lunches, and making breakfast when I heard J.P crying. I ran to his bedroom; thinking he had a nightmare, or he couldn't find his baby bear. I asked him what was the matter. He was lying in the fetal position, his face buried in his pillow. Through stifled sobs, he said, "The tooth fairy didn't come, and didn't leave me anything!"
Yesterday, J.P's lower baby tooth came out while having lunch at my brother's, and we wrapped it in a napkin for safekeeping for the tooth fairy. We arrived home late - I was rushing to get things cleaned up; and sending the kids off to bed so I could watch the Oscars. (I had a moment of weakness. I know I gave up t.v for lent but just this once!)
Yes, mommy stayed up late, and forgot to put his baby tooth under the pillow last night! Oops!
"Oh, honey, it's okay - you didn't put your tooth under your pillow. That's why she didn't come."
J.P gazed up at me, wiped his tears but dropped his face back on the bed.
I looked at A.R, and he muffled his laughter while I consoled his younger brother. He continued to cry but I promised we would place his tooth under his pillow before bedtime.
Oh boy, I better not forget because the tooth fairy has to come tonight!