When you ask my kids if Santa Claus is real they will tell you that he isn’t. We’ve told them the story of St. Nick and they know the meaning of that, but we want them to know the importance of Christmas is celebrating Jesus’ birth. I, personally, make a stink about that. I know some agree with me on that and others think I’m off my rocker for telling my kids that Santa isn’t real. I’m okay with this. However, I have realized that I have created this scenario where I’m teaching a double standard when it comes to the tooth fairy. I know I’m crazy and I’m going to have to right this wrong, I just haven’t figured out when I’m going to do this yet.
Justice lost his first tooth a few days ago. It was a BIG day in the Barnette house! We were all so excited for him! That evening we told him to go put his tooth under the pillow for the tooth fairy and he wouldn’t do it. Instead he asked me for a piece of paper and a pencil. I told him, “Sure” and just went with it because I wanted to see what he had in mind. The boy walked over to the table, sat down, and proceeded to write a note to the tooth fairy. He kept asking me how to spell certain words, too. Anything to practice his handwriting, right?
When he got done with his note, he handed it to me and asked me to tape it to the outside of our front door because he was afraid of the tooth fairy and didn’t want her to come into our house! It was SO HARD not to laugh in that moment. I told him that I’d put it inside the front door instead and then sent him off to bed. I know I may be bias because he’s my own child, but I thought that was pretty clever to write her a note!
Needless to say, the tooth fairy did show up (after having to go to the store to get cash out) and she delivered on the reward for this sweet boy who is now growing up WAY faster than any parent would want their only boy to grow. Now, I’ve got to figure out how and when to tell the kids that the tooth fairy is actually me.