It started early last week when he lost a tooth which he not only extracted but also lost so we were a couple days late as it was. At ten, he's now losing molars, I'm not sure exactly what they even go for these days.
I went into his room at the ungodly tooth fairy hour assuming he was asleep - of course that was my first mistake. I slipped the numerous quarters under his blanket which was now next to him, his pillow being on the floor probably from some sleeping frenzy of sorts. I was proud not having made a sound with the coins, thinking I had another successful mom moment under my belt I walked toward the door. That's when I heard a small whisper from across the room:
"You know the tooth isn't there right?"
My heart instantly hit the floor, I could feel my cheeks and chest burning in the darkness. Could I be busted? He is 10 after all.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in hopes that somehow he was sleep talking and wouldn't remember a thing about this late night encounter.
"The tooth isn't there, I still couldn't find it."
Wanting to just tell him to go to sleep and run like hell, I found myself walking back to the bed, searching for something to say without having to give myself up.
"Mom, is the tooth fairy real?" he asked in an innocently yet in a tone that said he already knew the real answer.
I decided answer a question with a question.
"Did you just bust me?' I said leaning in to kiss him.
He asked again, "Is the tooth fairy real?"
"Did you just bust me?"
"I guess I did" he said smiling in the dark.
"Don't. tell. anybody."
* * * * * * * * * * *
I pass it off for her to put away in her room.
"Who did this?" she asked in a disgusted tone, "someone drew a Y on the top of her shirt mom, look."
She's got cleavage!
I immediately turn to my son who naturally denies the whole thing.
Mu husband walks into the room and I hand him the paper to which he has the same reply questioning the boy.
"Who did this?"
"I don't know."
"Are you telling me your dad did this?" I ask, "I know I didn't do it."
We all sit down at the kitchen table as my mind is being blown while at the same time, my husband shoots me an enormous smile of pride from the other side as soon as he sees nobody else is looking.
"I swear mom, I didn't do it, why would I do that?"
"I don't know - why WOULD you do that? People just don't go around putting Y's on girls chests for no reason do they?"
"I wouldn't do that," he said with the same look I saw that fateful tooth fairy night.
We both knew he did it.
It was obvious.
My sweet little boy is starting to grow up, growing out of the innocence all at once.
Nobody told me it would happen all in the same week.
What rites of passage have your kids survived?
*this post is linked up with @SarcasmGoddess on her Procrastinators Year in Review link up