I've just returned from Nantes, where I left the boys in the care of their French grandparents. It's school vacation, AGAIN, and I, of course, still have to work.
When I left, Boy1 had a very loose tooth. The first to fall. When I talked to him this evening, I could hear him jumping up and down. My tooth fell out, my tooth fell out!
While he was eating, he said, and with no blood or pain (he was worried about that part).
He paused and said, quite seriously, Mama, I'm going to be sooooo rich!
Oh yeah, why is that?
Well, in France, the Little Mouse brings money when we lose a tooth. And in the United States, it's the Tooth Fairy. And since I'm French and American, they're both going to come and give me money for every tooth! Can you imagine that? All these teeth and I get paid for them twice!
That is rich.
I wanted to tell him to save the money for possible orthodontics, but I didn't have the heart.