B has lost his first tooth. He came to me at A's soccer game yesterday, blood pouring down his face, looking decidedly sick to his stomach. He'd been chewing gum, and the already very loose tooth got stuck in the gum ...I tried to persuade him to let me pull it out. I didn't try very hard, though, because if there is one thing I am conscious of with this boy, it's that New Experiences must be approached verrrrrrrrrrrrry slowly. (He's the one who took his first two steps and then sat down and thought about it for two weeks before he tried it again.) He sat holding a rag to his mouth for about half an hour and then I heard a small surprised exclamation: "I got it!" And sure enough, he'd yanked his own tooth out. I stored it in my pocket for safekeeping.
Fast forward to evening. He knows from watching the process with A that you stand a much better chance of getting money if you pretend to believe in the tooth fairy. I hand him the tooth, in a small envelope, and he writes on it, asking me to spell every word "To the Tooth Fairy, From B" In yellow crayon.
He heads off to bed, tooth in hand. Half an hour later, he comes out. "Mom? Will you tell the tooth fairy I put the tooth right IN the pillowcase?" The poor child had been up there for almost thirty minutes, trying to figure out where to put the tooth so it could be found. I promise to pass the word along.
Ten minutes later, he's at the top of the stairs again. "Mom? Can a tooth break if I put my head on it?"
He finally fell asleep in spite of himself.
And do you know how hard it is to find an envelope in a pillowcase without waking up the person using the pillow??? I finally just took the pillow and put it back in his bed beside him.