So here's the thing. When your first kid loses his first baby tooth, it's almost as exciting for you as it is for him. It's like the last vestige of babyhood has just fallen bloodily from his mouth and it needs to be marked. And not just with a quarter under a pillow. So you make it extra special. You get gold dollars. Then to really seal the deal, you sprinkle fairy dust, aka glitter, around his pillow when you make the switch. This is a big hit. You congratulate yourself for another happy childhood memory, another bit of magic for him to believe in.
Then he loses the next tooth and you do it again. Then his brother loses a tooth and you do it again. Eventually, you're on your fifth go-around and that's where I was last night (or more accurately early this morning). At this point, there is no way I can just skip the fairy dust. It's expected. So at 1 a.m. I find myself rummaging through the bins in the craft room looking for glitter and cursint the invention of glitter glue because that simply won't work. I come up with some purple glitter and go to my secret stash of fairy coins only to discover that last time around I had helpfully stashed the silver glitter in with the coins. There's another tooth just hanging on for dear life, so this will be repeated in the next few days. Hopefully I'll remember where I put the glitter.
Meanwhile, Chas is wanting to apply his $2 (I know, $2! I got a lousy quarter when I was a kid!) to his Mama's credit card so he can buy something more expensive. Clearly he doesn't know how credit cards work. Equally clearly he has not inherited my extreme aversion to debt. Sigh.
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