well it seems that tyler is going to be just like me in that his teeth don't fall out, they have to be pulled out. so we trekked to san antonio this week to see the dentist and had his two bottom teeth extracted. incidentally, these two teeth were the very same ones that he was born with. i'm not sure how these got placed on the baby order, but if you're out there and you read blogs, know that razor sharp teeth on a new born baby is a bad idea - especially if you have plans to breast feed - OUCH!! - ok, enough on that...
so me attempting to be the coolest dad in the world goes by the bank to see what neat coins they have, anticipating that my tooth fairy skills will be called upon later that night. well, tyler decides that maybe he may not get a good enough deal from the fairy so he decides that he doesn't want to put his teeth under the pillow just yet. it reminded me of my high school days when i knew that i needed to get serious with my walk with Christ, but i wanted to date that certain girl first, assuming that i would have more fun "backsliding" (sorry for the bad pun) then i would being a consummate Jesus freak.
where was i? oh yeah, well last night he decided that he did in fact want to see what the fairy had for him on one condition - he wanted a sorta tooth fairy waiver agreement which said that she (we just assumed it was a she) was free to verify that the teeth were his and free to leave the booty, but would she be so kind as to leave the teeth. ok, so now we are back on track. soon after he went to sleep we went in and traded the signed and notarized waiver for a 50 cent piece (coinage, not the "singer"), 2 new quarters, and 2 gold dollars with the indian girl on them. when he got up he found the teeth and the money all together so he's happy with the final results...and i'm tired. this is all too complicated for me.
by the way, no nasty emails about how dare me encourage him to believe in the tooth fairy. one of my biggest beliefs is that the failure of developed imaginations keeps us from many things the Father wants us to see. remember he is infinite, we are finite. you have to rev up your imagination a little to even begin to behold His glory and unfortunately most parents start squelching their children's creativity and imagination soon after they tell them that santa clause is a myth, if they even went that far. teach your children to dream, to wholesomely fantasize, to create, to whatever. you never know what God may ask them to do later in life.
