Upon my return home, I was getting things ready to cook and went to throw something in the trash. Here is what I found.
Me: "Yes, dear?"
Son: "I'm really sorry I ate the cereal bars up...and uh, now can I have a drink?"
No regret, no concern. Until dinner time and he was made to eat some of everything on his plate. He was starting to look a little green. "Can I be done now?" Doesn't feel so good, huh? Nope.
As far as my dear daughter goes, she has lost two teeth this week. When she lost the first one, she asked her dad about money from the tooth fairy.
Dad: Uh, yeah, what do you think about Santa?
Thing 1: Well, he's not real.
Dad: And the Easter Bunny?
Thing 1: Um, not real?
Dad: So, having all that knowledge, what does it lead you to think about the tooth fairy?
Thing 1: Oh. Well, then who puts the money under my pillow, you or mom?
Dad: Who do you think is sneakier?
Thing 1: You!
Hey, I take offense to that! Or, no, maybe I don't... should I? Hmmm,...I need to think about that one for a minute.
And do you know what? That stinker still fully expected money to go under her pillow for that tooth! Later in the week she lost another and put her little tooth pillow thing under her bed pillow. Afterward she whispered in my ear, "Tell Daddy to leave me 50 dollars!" Uh, yeah right. The economy in this day and age has caused a recession in Fairyville.