A happy boy ... he found ra-ra sitting in a pram in the shed. It had been missing for a few weeks.
Walking to school today The Boy asked me if the tooth fairy was real. I paused for a second and then decided honesty was the best policy and said no. He wanted to know what happens. I explained how mummy and daddy put the money out.
The Boy: So it's your pocket money?
The Boy: Why do you do it?
Me: Uumm, tradition? To make losing your teeth exciting and fun.
The Boy: Where do you keep my teeth?
Me: I throw them down the sink.
The Boy: That's mean, you should have asked me if you could do that.
Me: Well I couldn't, the tooth fairy was supposed to have taken them.
I asked him to keep it our secret and not tell the other kids (his sisters or his classmates)