Abigail lost another tooth the other day. She asked for a special box to put it in under her pillow - a perfectly-sized little jewelry box. Under the pillow it went. And stayed there. The next day she woke up, came out to the living room, and said in the little voice she uses when she's disappointed but trying to be patient, "The Tooth Fairy didn't come last night." The kicker in this is that she knows I am the Tooth Fairy! I apologized profusely, thoroughly chastised. Just to make sure I got the point, I found a note taped to the wall last night: "Don't forget to do my tooth." Needless to say, I didn't forget, but nevertheless - I am a dork.
After a very disrupted night's sleep - to the point of sleep being virtually non-existent - I woke to enjoy some of the following conversation with my children:
Anna calls the pins-and-needles sensation "bees in my toes".
Abi claims to like the pins-and-needles sensation so much that when it goes away, she tries to make it come back. (No insights on how she does that, though.)
Noah's decided that he likes Tinkerbell because it rhymes with "Noah".
Just another venture into the Twilight Zone with my weird kids.
