I never updated this site when we moved to Chicago — oops!
I’m going to be better about updating this site with more of the ridiculousness that is our life. Like this:
You know those cute, precocious kids on sitcoms? You know, the ones with the kid witty come-backs to everything?
Nate has become one of them. But I’m thankful he still believes in the Guardians (Tooth Fairy, Santa, Easter Bunny, Sandman). Tooth Fairy came for a visit last night, left the dollar, but couldn’t find his tooth under the pillow. When I woke him up this morning, we found the tooth under his chest.
Nate’s first question: how did the Tooth Fairy leave me a dollar if she didn’t take my tooth?
Me: Well she woke me up, and I confirmed you lost a tooth. Then I had to open your mouth and show her the hole. That’s the only reason she left you a dollar.
Nate: Oh, ok.
Me: Now give me your tooth.
Nate: Why? The Tooth Fairy is already gone.
Me: Well I told her to meet me at work and I’d give her your tooth.
Nate: The Tooth Fairy is going to your work? How?
Me: Well there’s a window in the bathroom. I’ll meet her there.
(At school pick-up) Nate: Did you see the Tooth Fairy?
Me: Yes. We met as planned.
Nate: Where’s my dollar?
Me: What do you mean? She gave you a dollar last night.
Nate: Well I thought she’d give me another one when she got my tooth.
I’m really enjoying 7.