The tooth fairy is apparently making a return visit to our home. Twice in three days.
The boys were rough-housing this afternoon when my oldest ran in to say our 5-year-old, who had all but banned the money-bringing fairy from our home due to being spooked by the concept, lost another already-loose tooth.
He grinned from ear to ear, showing me what I consider to be the most-adorable grin in the neighborhood, as all moms do. This time, we have the tooth in our possession, after all four of us crawled around on the bedroom carpet until it turned up. Once again, I suggested he put it under his pillow. And, by gosh, we’ve made progress.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I will…
…‘but, I’m sleepin’ in your bed.‘
Baby steps, right?