A Successful First Tooth Fairy Run. Kinda.

Ethan has been working on this tooth for about a month now. Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle. He does this to me because he knows it upsets me a little. I guess I am still trying to work through the trauma of a string tied around my tooth connected to a door knob. Loose teeth freak me out. Like I threw up a little in my mouth when he wiggled it at me the first time.
I was seriously dreading the pulling. Luckily, so was he, so he didn't push me to do it. And he was having way to much fun with the freak-mom-out game. An apple snack did the trick and neither one of us was forced to actually separate the tooth from its root. Eww. There is the throw up again.
So we have been talking about the tooth fairy obviously for a couple weeks now.

Mommy, how does the tooth fairy know to come?
I have her cell phone number and I will call when its time.
Can the tooth fairy fly in the rain?
Yes. Her wings work better then a bee's wings.
How does she get into my room?
Magically through the window.
How does she carry all those teeth?
umm...magically.
What does she do with my tooth?
Look! Over there Ethan! Its the Pope!

Ethan was convinced that she would bring him a toy. I was thinking that would be a bad start since this kid is going to loose 30-some-odd teeth in the next couple of years. And so will Wyatt. I know I used to get a quarter or two. Looking back on that now, I am thinking---wow mom was cheap! To avoid that, I decided on five dollars. Five crisp $1 bills instead of a five dollar bill, though. He doesn't really understand money yet, but he will appreciate the quantity over quality. (Never fear, we have played the Metal, Paper, Plastic game. Ya know--Paper covers Metal, Plastic beats the sh*t out of both of them?)
There were some rookie mistakes made in actually carrying out my tooth fairy plan. First, when I put Ethan to bed with his tooth all tucked into the cutest little tooth fairy pillow ever, I put it right under the center of his pillow. He shares a queen size bed with Wyatt and he sleeps on the inside against the wall, though. Really hard to get it out for tooth retrieval! Luckily, Wyatt sleeps like a rock and Greg has long arms. And then there was the fairy dust. Oh the fairy dust. Ev.Re.Where.
My plan with the glitter was to sprinkle it in a trail from the window to his pillow. But it is really hard to sprinkle glitter by nightlight. You can actually only see glitter by its reflective quality, I think. Suffice it to say, that damn fairy was messy!
But I still consider all of that successful. The 'kinda' comes in at about 4am. Wyatt decided to wake everyone up a little earlier then normal by wetting the bed and then screaming bloody murder about it. So Ethan discovered his fairy booty and got all excited about the trail of fairy dust that he totally understood started at the window just like Mom said it would. (WIN! That kid is wicked smart!) That is also when I discovered the copious amounts of glitter I had used. Wyatt had rolled into what must have been a pile of it on Ethan's pillow and his face was completely covered. Ethan's neck, shoulders and hands were also very sparkly. They really could have stared in their own Vegas drag show. I should have taken a picture, but did I mention it was 4am? I knew Ethan would have trouble going back to sleep if I let him get too excited about his fairy visit, but I just couldn't help it. He was so happy! No way sleep was more important then that. There is not going to be another 1st tooth fairy visit in our home. By the time Wyatt starts loosing his baby teeth it will be all 'been there, done that'. So YY got his dry jammies and panties and drifted off to glittery sleep while E and I sat and talked about it for a little while in that annoyingly wonderful way that he has of retelling the same story 2 or 3 times in a row to someone who experienced the same event right along side of him. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. And so did I.