A little tooth lost, a little innocence lost
Jacob is seven and lost a tooth yesterday. He put it under his pillow and unfortunately busted the nondiscreet tooth fairy. He was a very sad little boy this morning, his mother was heartbroken, his father put it into perspective appropriately and his brother stayed out of it, because he had long ago ceased the under-the-pillow ritual but never really wanted to discuss it.
I’m worried about the slippery slope that this will create as Christmas approaches. Mommy is simply not ready for the implications that this new knowledge will eventually and inevitably bring. Perhaps he will forget … until the next loose tooth.