Monday, December 12, 2005
Our son is nowhere near tooth-shedding age. Nevertheless, the topic of teeth came up in a conversation between my son and wife. She was telling him how he would some day lose his "baby teeth" and so on. Then she told my son the story of the tooth fairy.
His response: "I don't like the sound of THAT."
Body parts falling out. Burying them in your bedding. A strange fairy coming into your house, sneaking right up to your bed to confiscate said parts. Dare we even ask for what morbid untold purpose?
That my wife (of course) told the story in much more traditional fashion charmed him naught.
I think he's on to something.
Yeah, you molar-obsessed pixie freak, you can keep your stinking 50 cents.