My 7yr old son is very fiapoko. That means - he's a little knowitall. He argues with his teacher. Contradicts his father. Corrects his mother. Mutters under his breath at his big brother. And generally irritates us all to death. So much that I find myself at times, reverting to childish, evil mother behaviour.(Cue wicked witch laugh here.)
Last week his sister's tooth fell out. She carefully stowed it away for the Tooth Fairy. Her rotten brother announced, "The Tooth Fairy isn't real you silly! It's just your parents giving you money." Sister's lower lip trembled, "No! The tooth fairy is real, so there!" Rotten brother sneered knowingly and laughed. "No its not. Dont be such a baby!" I was tempted to fasi him.
That night the
Today one of the Fiapoko's teeth falls out. He is jubilant. "Haha! I'm gonna get some money tonight! Im gonna buy chewing gum and a candy bar from the dairy ! Haha!"
I give him the evil eye. "But I thought you said the Tooth Fairy wasnt real?"
He shrugs and gives Little Sister a defiant stare, "That's right. The tooth fairy isn't real."
I smile. Sweetly. "Well I've got news for you then. Tooth fairies only want teeth that belong to children who actually believe in them. You dont, so give me your tooth so i can chuck it in the rubbish bin."
He tries to protest. Whine. Telling me "No, I believe! I believe!"
I am unmoved. "No. You're just saying that now because you want money. You're absolutely right. The Tooth Fairy isn't real so its a waste of time saving that nasty ole tooth. Get rid of it. NO MONEY FOR YOU!"
He was sad. I wasnt.I was jubliant that i had finally got one over this knowitall child. Ha. Gotcha! He skulked away to sulk in his room. I didnt. I did the touchdown victory dance. Yeah, that's right! Can you smell what the Rock is cookin!? hmmm, now who's the child here?!
So, no - not one of my better mother moments. But at least i didnt give in to the desire to fasi someone.
The only Tooth Fairy I want visiting me.
