Saturday night we went out to one of the annual holiday parties we attend this time of year.
This meant a late and somewhat fuzzy evening.
The wife used to own a bakery and goes ALL OUT with desserts every year.
When we returned, we still had to set up a tooth fairy hunt for Ben.
As usual, we tried to pick something that he cherished. We have been watching a lot of Scooby Doo lately, so that became the theme.
On the back of each card there was a picture showing where the next clue was.
When you got to the next clue, the front had a picture of Scooby Doo and the back had different picture of the next clue.
Perhaps in our haze we were a bit too obvious, or perhaps it’s because of Ben’s increasingly suspicious nature. This time, as he was finding the clues, he turned to Adam and said, “I think Mom is the tooth fairy. How else would she know what I like?”
I’m not sure how most parents deal with kids debunking childhood mythical figures. As Jews, we don’t have to grapple many. Our religioun relieves us of the Easter Bunny or Santa.
In our world, the Tooth Fairy is the only mythical figure stealing into our house in the middle of the night. A thought so scary that the first time Jack heard it, he refused to put his tooth under his pillow.
I remember my sister telling me when her children finally realized there may not be a Santa. When they confronted her, she looked them straight in the eye and said, “If you don’t believe, he stops coming.”
They never asked again.
Not sure if Ben would catch the subtlety of that statement.
Luckily our host from the holiday party that night generously gave out goodie boxes for us to fill and bring home.
Instead of explain, we copped out and used distraction…