
Weston had a tooth pulled at the dentist last Thursday. He was actually excited about it because the Tooth Fairy was going to come. He was so excited he wanted to go to bed extra early, 7:00. So after we put his tooth under his pillow and I tucked him in, I went into my bedroom and told my husband to not let me forget to replace the tooth with some money. Fast Forward to the next morning. I walk by Weston's room and peek in to see him laying there wide awake. "Hey bud, what are you doing?" I ask. "Mom, the Tooth Fairy came and took my tooth, but she didn't leave anything." Oh CRAP!!! I am totally going to blame this one on Chris because I did tell him to remind me. The tooth must have fallen behind his bed while he was sleeping. I bolted into my kitchen and grabbed some money. I ran back into his room to find him still looking under his covers. So I throw the money on his bed and wait for him to see it. One second later, "Oh, there it is!!" Seriously, am I not so lame I can't even be a good Tooth Fairy?