The Tooth Fairy Mystery

It's no secret that we aren't the best at the tooth fairy round these parts. We have been known to tell our boys that it was too windy and she was unable to fly.

Don't judge.

Weston lost another tooth yesterday and faithfully put it on the same pillow that I had when I was little. Yes, we have washed it since the late 70s.

No worries.

I guess the night got away from us and I never went back upstairs to dispose of the tooth and leave the standard $2. I am sure Tray and I were trying to solve the problems of the world or just watching some brainless TV.

Fast-forward to this morning.

JT slept in and I had to wake him up at 8 to get ready for school. Imagine my horror when I turn to the dresser and see the tooth pillow.

Oh dang.

I turn to JT and ask if the tooth fairy came last night, because the tooth was gone and no money was there. I'm not sure why I asked him....the dude had been asleep. How would he know?

He assured me she did come and she left $3. This would be an important observation for later.

Hmm...that's interesting. Tray is known for his generosity... he must have come behind me and taken care of business this morning before he left. I texted him my thanks for being such a wonderful backup tooth fairy and went about my day.

He called me around noon to report that he did not partake in said tooth fairy duties.

WHAT??

Then who?

It suddenly became clear that a certain Mom owed a particular firstborn a big fat thank you for covering her forgetfulness.

When he got home from school, I snuck JT into our closet the first chance I could and asked him point blank if he helped the tooth fairy last night. He denied, denied and denied but I've watched enough crime scene TV to spot a fibber. It's all in the eyes.

Low and behold, my precious firstborn son woke up in the middle of the night, saw that Mom and Dad had blown it, took $3 out of his bank, tossed the tooth on the floor (hey, it was little and white...plus it was the middle of the night) and that was that.

I finally got him to admit it as I put him to bed tonight.

I'll hold this day closely to my heart as a reminder that we must be doing something right....amongst all the days we get it so wrong.

How did I ever get so lucky to have a kid like him?

I am a blessed mom indeed.