This morning at 6:23 am, as Stryker was nibbling his breakfast nugget, he complained about the gaping hole his tooth left behind.
"Ouch, Mom. That molar was huge and so is this empty spot."
A few minutes later, the Matron casually mentioned she needed to run upstairs and get 'something.' She sauntered off until hitting the stairs where she high-tailed it to her bedroom to frantically scrounge through pockets in the dark until nailing a handful of change which she raced upstairs to Stryker's room and deposited under his pillow.
Just in case he hadn't already checked. Just in case he believed. Still?
The deed then done, she flew downstairs just as he was heading up. When he came back down, he had that handful of change in his hand.
Stryker: "Look what the Tooth Fairy left, Mom. Change."
Matron: "How much?" she had no idea--it was dark!
Stryker: "Just over a dollar. I bet I know why it was change and not a real bill."
Stryker: "The tooth had a cavity. I bet you get less for those."
Oh, how she loves that child!
But man, oh man. How to break the news? When? Sigh. . . don't even get her going on Santa.
Because he really does exist.