The results are in. The Piper, er, Tooth Fairy has been paid. B found his note from the illustrious and ticked off Fairy. He has begun the ruing of his lying ways.
B was so excited to have received a letter from the famed Tooth Fairy that he took it to Daddy-O for reading. The first line crushed him. "I know you lied to your mother..." He was completely bummed. Daddy-O played his part to perfection.
"You lied about the Tooth Fairy leaving you money?", the astonished & confused Daddy-O asked.
"Yeah.", in a very, very small voice.
The long & the short of that conversation is that B needed to do some apologizing to me and soon.
Fast forward to late in the evening. B took me outside to talk "privately". He was so serious. He couldn't lift his head up or look me in the eye. If I hadn't known what was coming I'd have been all concerned and asking him what was wrong...
His confession went something like this:
"Mom, I'm really sorry."
"I lied about the Tooth Fairy leaving me money."
"What? Why would you do that, B? She didn't leave you any money at all? Why would you lie about something like that?"
"I don't know." hangs head and shuffles feet. "I just wanted my friends to think she gave me money anyway." Oh, the peer pressure. The keeping up with the Jones'. It begins.
Then he proceeds to tell me all about the letter and grows more and more excited in the telling. He brings me the letter and explains that he's going to take it to school to show his friends and prove that she is real. "Mom! This is how she signs her name!"
My boy... have I done a wonderful job on the snowing or what? "You're going to take a letter to school to show your friends that talks about you lying???"
"Oh no.", he scoffs, "I'm only going to show them her signature!"
Bah! I'm not sure if that backfired or what.
But he did have to forfeit the pre-set 5 token penalty for lying.
In other weekend news... D was officially moved into a BIG BOY BED on Friday night. He has been wonderful about not getting out of bed. He l-o-v-e-s his bed.
The crib is for sale. One more piece of infant gear forever out of our lives. Kind of bittersweet.