My son came home with one of these again today.
Which, you know, means he lost another toofusus.
I threw that sucker away before he could stick that needle in my arse cheek like he did last time. Just in case you were wondering.
Anywho, the tooth fairy in this house has a habit of forgetting to visit. Over and over and over. And over.
Well, come heck or high water, I wasn't going to forget tonight. I went in as soon as I thought they were sleeping.
Let's just say I was wrong.
Let's just say that my son flew to sitting position faster than a bat out of you-know-where, right when I bent down to slip a buck under his huge pilla.
Let's just say his huge noggin (it's a virtual planetoid) hit me right in the mouth.
Let's just say I screamed out a very loud "$%*&!!"
Let's just say I am ashamed for such a loud expletive.
And here I sit with my front teeth feeling slightly loose and a fat lip. So, I'm kind of in a bad mood.
This tooth fairy stuff can suck it.