Preston came home from school today and started crying. His friend punched him in the face on the bus for no reason. On the upside.... he lost a tooth. He put it in a bag and put it under his pillow. I told him to be careful where he put it. He responded, "It doesn't matter if it falls under my bed. The tooth fairy can just fly down there and get it out."
He overestimates the tooth fairy's abilities.
I also worry about his taste. He told me, "Mom, if I lose a big tooth someday, I can get whatever I want there. Like maybe a gold tooth. That would look nice."
Avery wrote me a note that said, "Mome sre." (Mommy, sorry) "What are you sorry about?" "I'm sorry that I was writing letters instead of cleaning my room."