The night before last Allie woke me up at 2:41 am. Yes, that is the exact freaking time. I threatened her that when she is in her early twenties I am breaking into her apartment at 2:40 am to wake her up by scaring the crap out of her.
What is it with kids that they SNEAK into your room only to put their face right in front of yours and whisper scream: MOM
Also, how come they never go to Dad's side of the bed?
Back to my story....Allie had a good excuse this time. Somehow at the dead of night her tooth that has been hanging on for three months finally fell out.
At 2:41 am.
She asked me if she should put it under her pillow for the Tooth Fairy. I explained at 2:41 am that the Tooth Fairy's list was already scheduled for the night. (I think I get props for thinking that quick on my feet at 2:41 am).
Last night after she brushed her teeth. Including the one that fell out, and I quote: I want the Tooth Fairy to see that I take care of my teeth. I asked her why she didn't pay that much attention to the ones still in her head and got the eye roll.
The Eye Roll and The Tooth Fairy. She is on the cusp of tweendom but still has her imagination firmly in childhood.
I'll deal with the 2:41 am wake-up calls for as long as she is anchored in innocence.