Another good TRUE Story from my friend… I can’t make this stuff up!
For What Its Worth:
My son’s second tooth fell out while he was riding in the car with my wife. She told me that somehow he dropped it and neither of them could find it in the car so he was completely depressed about the whole thing. Most of his frustration was because after only getting $5 from that cheapo Tooth Fairy for his first tooth, he learned the hard way that $5 doesn’t get you very far at the toy store these days. We convinced him to save it until more teeth fall out so he can buy bigger. I have no proof of this, but I suspect he spent the following night punching himself in the face or picking fights at school because miraculously he lost tooth #2 within 24 hours of that conversation. Anyway, without a tooth to leave under the pillow he wouldn’t get paid. My wife put him in a warm bath to calm down and she went back to the car to look for the missing tooth but no luck. So, like any dedicated parent would do, Mom improvised. She went and got tooth #1 which had been taken by the fairy the night before and brought it inside proclaiming that she found tooth #2! He didn’t suspect anything so Mom was a hero that night. He cashed in the tooth so now he’s got $8 in his tooth treasury.
Last week my son lost his first two baby teeth. This gave us two chances to wow him with a surprise from the Tooth Fairy (rumored to be Santa Clause’s mistress). The whole thing caught my wife and I by surprise. We didn’t have a game plan on how to actually set up the tooth drop off and subsequent money exchange. For Christmas each year we set out cookies and milk, make sure we leave ADA compliant egress to the fireplace and put our son to sleep. As soon as he’s sleeping we take a few bites of cookies, drink the glass of milk down to half, and pile the gifts under the tree. Since this was our family’s first tooth fairy operation, there was bound to be complications. Like, for example, what if you put the tooth in a tiny container under his pillow and somehow forget to make the money drop? How do you deal with a kid who wakes up crying because that old witch-fairy didn’t bother to visit? Or, for example, what if the tooth is lost before it can be buried under the pillow? How do you deal with a kid who bursts into tears because he’s not going to have anything to offer the Tooth Witch? Yes, both those things happened to us last week. How would you handle those situations? Would you tell him it was going to be OK, distract him with something else and let him realize that life goes on? Or would you take some heroic measures to maintain the fantasy and preserve his childhood innocence? You guessed it, we took the heroic route to save that Tooth Witch’s reputation. Continue reading →
Part 3 of this post will highlight some more fun activities that a fellow Dad has shared with some unique twists that might inspire your own household adventures…
Hide and Seek – We finished off the weekend with a good old fashioned game of hide and seek before bedtime. The only slight variation was the seeker gets to hunt with a replica M16 assault rifle with lights and bullet sounds. I pride myself in the stealth ninja hiding techniques that make the games heart pounding and intense. My goal is to have him walk by me within a few feet and not realize I’ve blended myself into the room…then jump out and hear his screech of terror turn to belly laughter. Today I put myself into a trash bag and balled myself up next to an identical trash bag that was sitting in the kitchen all day (the bag of trash was there all day, not me). I nearly suffocated in that bag but it was worth it to grab him the second time he walked right by me. Ninja style!
Electric Scooter – We suited up in our winter coats and gloves and hats and charged up his new shiny Razor Scooter. I walked behind him (straddling the yellow line on the road to control traffic) and let him open up the throttle and rip up and down the 1/4 mile straightaway near our house. He would get to the end court and come back to me. I stood patiently in the road, watching my son turn into a little speck in the distance, then come racing back to me. His chest puffed out with confidence and he started doing little squat downs like some kind of stand-up jetski racer or something. All I did was watch and cheer him on…sometimes feeding him a bogus time letting him know how fast his lap was. He loved it.
Angry Kid and the eSpark Razor Scooter (Photo credit: AngryJulieMonday)