At first, he was convinced that it was just me sneaking in and swapping his lost chompers for loot. Which led to an in depth conversation about how I have absolutely no use for his old teeth. And if he wanted me to collect and dispose of them, it seems only fair that he pay me, and not the other way around. Plus, my children know that I have a bad habit of throwing away things for no reason other than they are creating clutter in my home and I don't want to deal with one more thing to dust, file, or organize. Why on earth would I collect a bunch of tiny teeth?
Which caused Mikey to ponder the mystery of the tooth fairy for a few more days. Finally, he emerged from his room with a theory that he felt good about.
"Mom," he said, "I know that there is no such thing as the tooth fairy, because fairies aren't real. They're pretend. It must be a tooth ninja..."
And you know what? It makes sense. Ninjas are stealthy. Who else could scale the side of a home, climb in a second story window, sneak into a bedroom and steal a tooth in the dead of night without being caught? I like it.
So, while the tooth fairy may visit your home, we send all our business over to her competition--the tooth ninja. I think it might just catch on...
