Somehow, my babyccinos managed to corner me into admitting that I am the Toothfairy.
It gave me a sense of relief too because keeping things from them and making my statements consistent were a bit hard.
So Pio’s tooth fell out over the weekend. He reminded me that he was keeping it under his pillow. That meant I have to get it and put a sweet in exchange.
That went on for about two night. Beats me why I always forget that important detail in my young boy’s life.
Anyway, last night when I was about to check them before I slept I saw this sign on the boys’ door.
It was providential because I completely forgot about the tooth.
Much to my surprise (rather I should have seen that coming), digging that one small tooth under his pillow filled with papers, books, pens and Lego proved to be a hard exercise.
Finally found it.
Thank God. Gave him a Twix for a gift.
Pio was over the moon when he woke up. He is my chocky boy.