In case you didn't know, my son has a mood disorder, and that comes with some pretty severe anxieties. About EVERYthing. So yesterday evening Colin's tooth became quite loose, and he was terrified to go to bed because he thought he would swallow his tooth.
Normally I'm a stickler for the rules, but sometimes you have to be more flexible.
The problem was that he didn't want to mess with the tooth because it hurt. He'd ask ME to do it, then push my hand or pull away as soon as I touched it. Also, the blood freaked him out, so even though I tried to hide the fact that he was bleeding, he eventually figured it out. Because of all that, it was 12:30 before the tooth FINALLY came out.
And then, he refused to put the tooth under his pillow. He knows the Tooth Fairy isn't real, he's known it for a long time (figured it out when he was 3 or 4) and he hates it when I talk to him as if those things are real. He kept saying "Mom! (rolling his eyes) Can't you just give me the money?" So finally we made a deal, I gave him the money, and he put it under his pillow and told his sister in the morning that the tooth fairy brought it. lol
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