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So, last night, as the kids were going to bed, they were studiously trying to get various loose teeth out. K had one, and M had one, and they were working diligently. We sent them to bed, and told them to go to sleep.
Forty minutes later the kids, doing grand impersonations of a herd of wildebeest, came thumping down the stairs. I was in bed. J was in bed. We were in bed, reading quietly, nearly asleep. The kids come into the bedroom triumphantly.
“It took kleenex, a bobby pin, and a LOT of pulling,” K said with satisfaction, “but M’s tooth is out.”
M pops his head in around the doorframe. “Can I have some tylenol?”
I start laughing wildly.
J groans and looks at the kids. “Can the Tooth Fairy come tomorrow night?” she asked plaintively.
M and K look shocked and horrified. “No!” Miles says, and draws breath for an argument.
I interrupt. “Okay, I see, since you guys did all this hard work, you really want the Tooth Fairy to come tonight, is that it?”
“Yes,” the chorus.
We groan. “Fine,” J says. “Go back to bed. Go to SLEEP. The Tooth Fairy will be by after you are ASLEEP.”
“Thank you Tooth Fairy!” K says to us, as she ducks back out into the hallway.
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