1) Sheesh, that was a close one. I'm grateful that all of my four children still believe in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. Here's what happened:
My daughter Emma is rather small for her age. Apparently, growth in her mouth and jaw is also delayed, so she hadn't lost any teeth as of today at noon. She has diligently wiggled and wiggled for months. After lunch, she let the Mister pull it out. Sometime after that, she said, "Mom, Kelson (next-door neighbor boy in her 2nd grade class) said there is no tooth fairy. It's just your parents. Is that true?"
"What do you think, Emma?"
"Go ask your father."
~a few minutes later~
"Well, what did Daddy say?"
"He asked if Santa Claus is real. I said, 'of course!' and then he said, 'then the Tooth Fairy is real too. And he doesn't come to Kelson's house, so his parents have to do it."
~several hours later~
As the Tooth Fairy gingerly placed the dollar underneath Emma's pillow, a folded piece of paper was found on top of the tooth. It reads:
'Dear Tooth Fairy,
Are you a fem (her brother Josh was trying to help her be anatomically/grammatically correct until she was frustrated and couldn't spell female/male and gave up...)
boy or a girl?
Are you big or tall?
Your friend Emma
Ladies and gentlemen, we are still go for launch. And for that, I am grateful.
courage for the week 11.19.17
19 hours ago