He put the note under his pillow Wednesday night. Thursday morning I go in to wake him up, first thing he does is sit straight up and look under the pillow, note is still there. I am a deer in the headlights. Then followed a very uncomfortable 5 seconds of silence while we sized up the other's reaction.
"It's still there! It's you ISN'T it! And you FORGOT!"
Crossroads. Do I lie? Do I confess? Do I let him join the half of the kids in third grade that don't believe in the TF or Santa?
"Now have a little faith. I'm sure there's a good reason. You know how the Tooth Fairy brings you gold coins? Well, maybe with the run on gold she's having a hard time finding them."
This was the best I could do under duress. I will say, this explanation did lead to quite the macro economics discussion at bedtime last night.
And now we arrive at this morning, where it is discovered that I forgot yet again. What an effing loser.
Next you will tell me that women don't have pillow fights during sleepovers.... -Ryan
ReplyDeleteThat totally happens. Every time.
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