I got home from work yesterday and before I could even turn into the driveway, Cooper was flying across the yard, waving his arms at me. I stopped the car and rolled down the window to see what the excitement was all about. Turns out, his tooth fell out! It had been loose, but I didn't think that it was anywhere near ready- but what do I know?
I went to play Domino's with friends last night (we had a great time), and so wasn't home for bedtime. When I got back, I went to kiss him goodnight and take care of my parental duty. Next to the tooth (carefully preserved in a zip-lock bag) was a note.
There are a few things that made me laugh at this-
1) the fact that he would even think to write a note
2) that he knew, deep down, that there was a pretty good chance that he wouldn't get $5 for this tooth (the Tooth Fairy was very kind and left $5 because it was his 1st tooth)
3) the way he spelled 'last'- just like it sounds- lastime (love this!)
4) that he felt confident enough in his ability to write a note in the 1st place
5) how much that kid really wanted $5
I crawled in bed and nudged Jon after reading the note and he delivered the kicker- Cooper wanted to make sure that I saw the note, but he was worried that I wouldn't get home before the Tooth Fairy came. So he made a 'copy' of the letter so he could show me. That little kid wrote 2 notes- 1 for the Tooth Fairy & 1 for me.
He woke up this morning and came in to my room with the $2 that had been left in exchange for his tooth (after all, it was tooth #2). In his other hand was the copy of the note that he had written. He was so proud that he had thought to make a copy, and told me the whole story (even that he made sure that Jon took a picture of the actual note- not the copy!) He seemed a little let down- but that was quickly replaced by a burning question.
"Momma, I've been wondering. Where do you think the Tooth Fairy gets her money?"
Hmmmmm, that's a good question!