No, seriously, I knew that MY children would be a bit... different. But I figured by adding Jason's genetics to the genepool, I'd be giving my progeny at least a shot at normalcy.
HA.The point of all this? I'm getting there.
About a month ago, one of Nick's bottom teeth became loose. Just a little wiggly It became clear fairly quickly that as with all of the other milestone events, Nick was going to drag this process out as long as possible. I honestly have no idea how the tooth was actually still in his mouth after about four weeks. He'd sit there moving it all over his mouth with his tongue but the darn thing was still attached and not going anywhere. At times it was like watching a little, tiny tooth-sized acrobat flipping around the boy's mouth. Who doesn't want to watch that at the dinner table?
Then one morning we're sitting at the breakfast table. I'm cuddling my coffee and Nick's plowing his way through a bowel of oatmeal. Half way through his meal, I suddenly realize the quiet is being disturbed by an odd crunching noise. Now, I'm not the world's best cook, but even my oatmeal isn't crunchy. Insert "ewwww" here. I had Nick spit his mouthful of oatmeal out and there was the tooth.
I told Nick that we'd clean it off, put it under his pillow and the next morning, the tooth fairy will have left him a surprise.
His response? The kindergarten version of "Hell NO!"
My Nick wasn't sure he believed in the tooth fairy. And if she DID exist, he didn't want her in his room. She might mess up his legos. His legos are currently scattered to the four corners of his room, with stray, random blocks ending up in places of our house that I'm not even sure he's even seen, let alone been there long enough to make a lego deposit. How could she possibly mess them up any more that they already are?
I assured him that the tooth fairy wasn't interested in his legos. She has plenty of her own. He wasn't buying that but would concede that messing up his legos was an unlikely prospect. So, could she come into his room if I got her to sign a waiver stating that all legos would remain untouched? Nope. She might mess up his GeoTown Train set up. Or read all his books. Or rearrange his stuffed animals. Or wake him up. Or try on his shoes.
By bedtime I had given up. The toothfairy would have to wait for Bree to start loosing teeth before she could visit the Tokarski homestead. We put his tooth in a little "my first tooth box" thoughtfully provided by Nana's friend, Miss June, and called it a day.
As I was shutting his bedroom door that night, a soft little Nick voice called out "Even though she doesn't exist and can't come in my room, I still want the tooth fairy to leave me some money."
xoxo
Deb
