So here's what REALLY happened...
Colin loses tooth while on toilet. Mentions that it's a really good thing that he was pooping and not peeing, or tooth would have gone INTO toilet, instead it landed on floor. Excellent point.
Colin runs outside with tooth in hand and shouts. I am startled and knock little-tiny-almost- invisible tooth from his hands. Into the pile of leaves, dirt, sticks and grass I'm standing on.
Colin flips out that the tooth fairy cannot come if there's no tooth. My friend Shell who was here gently explains that can't be true because LOTS of kids swallow their loose teeth by accident. Colin is momentarily silent as he ponders where a swallowed tooth would end up. Smart boy...gets a good laugh from that one. Then he gets back to business, because THIS tooth wasn't swallowed, oh no, it's right here in the grass. Panic passes between Shell and me. This is the WRONG kid to be swayed...he's gonna find the tooth or die trying.
LIGHT BULB. I had saved his last tooth...it being his first tooth lost and all...HA! Shell distracts Colin with the "looking" while I run inside and locate (buried, really BURIED in my drawer) the replacement tooth. Tuck found tooth deep into my hand and run back out to Shell to do the hand-off of tooth. Shell, a chiropractor by trade but CLEARLY an actress at heart, announces that "WOW!! LOOK!!! I FOUND THE TOOTH!!! IT WAS RIGHT HERE IN THIS PILE OF LEAVES!!!"
Day is saved. Colin is none the wiser. Yet. He's quite smart & most likely already had his baby teeth numbered and will note the discrepancy someday when I hand him the precious little box of all of his baby teeth...umm....minus one.
Parenting is lying. It just is.
