I’ve been outed.
So I’ve been very busy and have forgotten for a number of nights to, ahem, place a little something under the pillow in exchange for a young one’s fallen tooth. When young one expressed disappointment, bad Dad made a joke of it telling young one that perhaps the Tooth Fairy was on vacation in Hawaii. Young one didn’t buy the lame excuse, but kept believing that some Tooth Fairy largess was imminent. Finally, one evening, I remembered my task and dutifully went to place a dollar while removing the tooth. By the way, the first two teeth, being front teeth, each earned $5 dollars, and I decided that I was not going to shell out $5 per tooth any more.
Okay, so today another member of the family told me that the young one had told her that she shouldn’t tell me, but that he knows there was no Tooth Fairy, but that it was Daddy (that would be me, Bad Dad) who had come into the room, lifted the pillow and replaced the tooth with money. It seems what I thought was a very light movement of the pillow registered as an earthquake and woke him up.
Is it time to also tell him there’s no Santa Clause?