Thursday, November 18, 2010
I'm not gonna lie, I'm struggling for posts for today. It happens sometimes. I had the haircut last night, then talked to my mom for too long, and had to give Buster his medicine. Sooooo, yeah. I'm struggling for a post. Since I can't think of anything else I figured I'd tell you a fun story. [Sorry for those in my life who've already heard it.]
My sister has a five year old in her life at this time. Bronson. Bronson's the best. [So is Jordan, the nine year old! But this story is not about her.] Sometime last week my sister texted me a picture of an adorable Bronson missing his big, front tooth. It was decided that a dollar would be fitting because it was a front tooth and a dollar made this Bronson veeerrrryyy happy. So happy that he came home from school the next day with his SECOND big tooth missing. Then a few days later, a third went missing. [This kid obviously likes his cash!] When he started working on his fourth tooth in the car my mom made an executive decision...
Mom Cell: Hello, Tooth Fairy!
Me: Uhhhhh, hi???
Mom Cell: I'm here with Bronson and he's pulling his teeth out, so I told him we would call the Tooth Fairy and she would talk to him. Can you talk to Bronson about not pulling his teeth out, Tooooth Faaaiiirryyy??
Me: Really? We're gonna do this? Uh, okay.
[phone passed to Bronson]
Me: [in light, airy voice] Hellloooo, Bronson. It's the Tooth Fairy! I've heard you've been pulling your teeth out. It's a rule I have that I can't visit the kids who pull their teeth out. I can ONLY visit you if your teeth fall out on their own.
Bronson: BUT, you visited me before!
Me: Well, yes, but that was when your teeth fell out, right? Are you going to stop pulling your teeth out so I can come visit you again?
[Bronson hangs up on me]
Bronson: The Tooth Fairy is MEAN and I am NEVER talking to her again!!!
Sister: Bronson, are you going to pull out any more teeth?
Bronson: [pause] No.
Another job well done! Feel free to give me a call if you need to terrify a child into submission.