Otto lost his first tooth on Sunday!
He was pretty stress-free about the whole thing, except he didn't want the tooth fairy to visit him Sunday night. He said he'd wait to write a note and leave his tooth. "Ok," I said. "You should ask your friends tomorrow about what happened when the tooth fairy visited them."
Which he did. And someone told him the Tooth Fairy was a "legend." Which he then told me last night during the bedtime routine.
There are moments, as a parent, when I find it useful to play dumb. "Huh," I said. "What do you think they meant? What's a legend?"
He shrugged. "I don't know." He didn't seem worried, was just passing along what he'd heard.
He still wrote a note to the tooth fairy last night:
a) We left the note at his place at the kitchen table, because he wasn't too sure about having a strange fairy sneaking around his room while he was asleep.
b) He refused to sign his note "love" or "sincerely." He said, "I'll just say 'Otto'." Because, you know, we don't need to be too chummy with a tooth fairy we've never met.
c) I told him he could request that the tooth fairy leave him his tooth. He thought about it, and decided she could take it away.
We left his tooth and note on the table, and this morning he found the following.
He read most of the letter out loud to himself, and got a big smile when he came to "I love it!"
So the Tooth Fairy might be a legend, but can't legends still be real? At least real enough to leave a little note and a couple of bucks? We think so!