I have a few Handsome Dude updates for you all, as I am certain you are all dying to hear the latest on the boy.
1) He has lost his first tooth.
We were at the gym waiting for the girls to get their basketball pictures taken
Wait! Did you think I was at the gym for to exercise? Ha! I laugh at the thought.
But, anyways. The boys had found many sundry friends of all ages and stages to play tag with. At one point, Handsome Dude came up to me and I could see his bottom tooth was quite loose. I asked him if he wanted me to help him pull it out. Of course, this idea was preposterous and warranted nervous whining and whimpering on his part, as per his usual custom. So, off he ran with his wiggly tooth.
He came back to me about 3 times, and each time we talked about it, his fears grew deeper and deeper.
A few moments later, Handsome Dude and a random, newly-acquired friend walked up to me.
Handsome Dude’s tooth was gone.
Me: Dude! Your tooth!
Handsome Dude: Yup! It’s all gone! My friend helped me!
Friend: I pulled it out.
Me: You what?
Friend: He kept talking about it and I just grabbed it and pulled it out.
Well. That sounds sanitary.
2) I would like everyone to know that I am at the point in my life where I just hand my kids their tooth fairy money. I am not ashamed to admit that I cannot ever remember to play the whole “Tooth Fairy” role. So I don’t.
3) Last weekend, David and I were kidless for two, yes TWO nights!
Two!
Nights!
While we were gallivanting about town, and most certainly not feeding pigs, we got a call from my mother who was caring for the children at the time. She informed me that Handsome Dude wanted to talk to me.
Me: Hello?
HD: Mom?
Me: Hi!
HD: Mom? I have sum-fing to tell you.
Me: Ok, what’s up?
*Silence*
Me: Buddy?
My mother comes on the line and tells me that he is sad and wants her to tell me that he misses me.
Precious.
4) Handsome Dude has taken it upon himself be the Chief Egg Gatherer. He is really quite good at the job. He goes out and carefully gets the eggs. Then he walks in the door and shout/announces to me how many he has gathered.
“Mom! I got thirteen eggs! Are you happy, Mom? Hmmm? Mom? Are you happy?”
He always asks me if I am happy. And, yes. I always am.
He then cleans the eggs and gets them all packaged up and ready to go.
That boy. Precious to my heart.
……and from a stranger in Canada: Precious to my heart too!
The tooth fairy works just like that at our house. 🙂
As for the tooth fairy…4 kids loosing teeth are gonna break this bank. I can’t keep up with them. As for cute boys, mine has learned how to make me laugh when I am supposed to be fussing…and he gets away with murder. He is such a cute naughty pants but I love that face.
Sweet! Does he carry them in his pocket?
What a cutie. Egg gatherer sounds like the perfect job for a boy. You’re kids are so blessed. 🙂 I would say the same for you…but…pig poop
Glad someone is worried about you being happy.
He reminds me so much of my son when he was that age. My hope for you is that yours turns out normal, mine just got weirder.
Ha, so glad to know that I’m not the only derelict tooth fairy. In fact, I simply told my kids that once they were 10 I no longer would pay them for losing teeth. This has greatly worked out in my benefit since my children are late teethers and at 10 still have lots of baby teeth left to fall out. 😉
Just handing over the tooth fairy money… hmmm… must give that some careful consideration. I like it. Snorted out my hot chocolate at the “sanitary” line. Surely you get plenty of exercise what with All The Laughing?