About 8months ago my son started acting strange.
A few weeks later, I learned that his pubes had started growing.
No, I didn't peep.
That was the only reason I could think of so I joked about it and he said yes.
A couple of months ago, he brought me a tooth and asked me if he should have put it under the pillow.
Hey wait a minute, you still had a milk tooth?
How can a kiddy have a milk tooth and pubes at the same time?
I exclaimed and my husband covered his ears trying not to hear it.
The next day he found a pound coin under his pillow and showed it off to us.
Since then he had two more milk teeth came out.
Again, how can anyone...?
My husband covered his ears and sung a random song.
The third one came out just the other day. My son placed it under his pillow but this time he didn't even find a penny.
He seemed disappointed.
"Sounds like the tooth fairy didn't come to collect the tooth last night."
I turned to my husband.
"He didn't?"
He said, and mouthed, "Oops."
That night, we were doing the dishes after dinner.
"So...you did put your tooth on the right-hand corner of the pillow, right?"
I asked my son.
"No. In the middle."
My son looked startled.
"Oh that is why the tooth fairy couldn't do his job. There's a proper way to put a milk tooth. Wrong place. Oh no wonder. Am I right? You should put your milk tooth under the right-hand corner of the pillow, right?"
"Yes, that's right. And he will be back within the next three working days."
My husband assured the kid without hesitation.
Sure enough, the poor kid found a shiny golden coin later.
But I wonder...
How could a 12-year-old who doesn't believe in Santa Clause anymore buy the tooth fairy story when he was introduced to it a few months ago?
I'm not sure if I should let him, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
His milk teeth are all gone now.
