Farewell Tooth Fairy

Logan:  Mom, I’m going to ask you something, and I really, really, really want you to tell me the truth.

Me:  Okaaaayyyy.

Logan:  Is the tooth fairy real?

Me:  What do you think?

Logan:  Well, I know it’s not you, because you wouldn’t just give us money unless we did chores.

Me:  Well, that’s a good point.

Logan:  But, I really, really want the truth.

I couldn’t bear to verbalize the end of this childhood chapter, so I told her with my smile.

Logan:  I knew it!  I knew no one had the job of being a tooth fairy!

Me:  Are you disappointed?  You probably were hoping you would end up with the tooth fairy’s job.

Logan:  No.  I wouldn’t want to be the tooth fairy because teeths are gross.  What about Santa Claus?

At this point, I played a little cagier.  These are my babies.  Childhoods shouldn’t be this easily relinquished.  Logan finally settled on a version of reality where Santa was real, but there was no way there were any flying deer.  Jesse’s quote?  “You don’t have to tell me, but I still have questions about Santa Claus.”

I relayed this to my son, who coincidentally lost a tooth late last night.  His response?

“I held them off as long as I could.  They’ve been bugging me about it for a long time.”

I love those kids.

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