Mikey came shuffling downstairs early this morning with his head hung low, his lower lip protruding and carrying a Ziploc baggy.
"Hey bud, you're up awful early this morning," I said.
He held up the bag. "The Tooth Fairy forgot."
Oh crap! I felt about as big as the tiny little tooth in that baggy. How did I forget? I've been out of the Tooth Fairy habit for a while. But he was so excited yesterday. I should've remembered.
Thing is, in the summertime we all seem to go to bed at the same time, so I'm not able to complete the transaction at night. So this Tooth Fairy usually does her business in the early hours of the morning.
But I forgot, plain and simple. And he was devastated.
Being a 7-year-old, I marveled at his plausible explanation for the oversight.
"It's that stupid headboard. The baggy fell behind my bed and she couldn't see it down there," he said in earnest.
"Do you think, Mikey? Maybe we should tape it to the headboard tonight so it doesn't fall behind your bed," I said.
"Yeah, maybe that will work. But what if she's not strong enough to pull the tape?" he asked.
"Well then she can just open the baggy and get the tooth out," I said.
He seemed satisfied with that answer. And so I breathed a little sigh of relief and have put a Post-It on my nightstand that reads, "TF." Think we may up the ante on this tooth to $1.