A rare and spectacular event has occurred:
Phoenix lost his first tooth! That may seem a little anti-climactic but it's a very big deal to him. At first he was happy that it was out, then he saw the blood and freaked out. As you can see by the picture he thought I had tried to kill him and that he would perish in his sleep from blood loss.
Kale, of course, grabbed some pliers while I was trying to calm Phoenix down and began his tooth extraction. Thankfully they were plastic toy pliers, I've learned not to leave the tools down where the boys can get them, and he neither made progress nor caused damage.
This morning Phoenix checked under his pillow and found his tooth was missing out of the pouch and was replaced with a dollar. He sprung out of his bed, at three am, to wake me up and tell me he was rich!
After getting him back to sleep I was exhausted. I spent the whole night waiting for them both to fall asleep so I could make the old switcheroo. Phoenix, however, developed super spider sense, due to the imminent arrival of a real fairy, and woke up every time I tried to sneak in or even if Kale farted. So, rather like a scene from mission impossible, I was forced to army crawl to his bedside, pausing at every creak and whisper of sound.
I snuck my hand beneath his pillow in torturous millimeter increments, which seemed to take an hour. I made the switch and put the bag back under his pillow. When I almost had my hand away from his bed I heard a delighted childish laugh... and froze!
I've never been so terrified in my entire life. I thought for sure Kale was awake and would tell Phoenix who had made the switch. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding truck I couldn't move until he laughed again and said something like, "my cookie is wet." I turned to see that he was still asleep and having some kind of pleasant dream about cookies or something.
With my heart beating frantically I made my way back to my room and collapsed on my bed.
It's hard work being the tooth fairy.