Had one of those moments today. Well, it started yesterday, really. I was in the kitchen doing my daily “What’s for supper” scramble before Craig walked in the door (and I’m not talking eggs – I’m talking about the panicked “just realized my husband’s walking through the door in 45 minutes and I don’t even have the oven preheated/food thawed/idea what I’m going to fix” moment).
While I was trying to decide if you can truly call it chicken pot pie if it didn’t contain a carrot, (or that much chicken for that matter), I heard “Did you lose a tooth?” In Travis-speak, that means “Mom, I lost a tooth and by the way, I’ve now gone the length of the hallway with my mouth wide open and dripping bloody spit all over the cream colored carpet”. And why did I get cream colored carpet? I have three boys. I think the day I picked out the carpet color I must have been in denial.
But I digress.
The rest of the evening was spent obsessing about the Tooth Fairy showing up. And I joined right in with the obsession. Being the Tooth Fairy is one of the favorite roles I play. There’s just something that makes me giggly about sneaking in the middle of the night and fishing around under the pillow for the tooth and replacing it with a shiny gold dollar. The only downside to the boys sharing a room, though, is that the Toothless One had best be the first awake, because whoever’s up first goes diving under the pillow to see if the Fairy delivered, regardless of whether there’s a sleeping head on there or not. And then they come tell Mom. (And why is it not Dad?)
At 6:15 a.m.
On Spring Break.
Chalk outlines, I tell you.
At breakfast, Tommy began peppering me with questions about the Fairy. What she looked like, how did she know when they were asleep, etc. And then, out of the blue, the question I knew whose time would come…Mom, are you the Tooth Fairy?
The house grew uncharacteristically still. Two other necks turned curious heads my way.
“Why do you ask?” Stall, stall, stall, for just one minute/month/year longer.
“I’m trying to figure it out.”
“Do you really want to know?”
And then, a sly grin crossed his face. And he gave me a wink.
And said nothing else.
The magic lingers…