Ben lost his tooth yesterday, and if you've followed this blog for even a week you would already anticipate what I'm about to say...
No, I didn't do this for drama. I didn't just not do it so I'd have something to write about. I seriously went to bed and didn't get up until the next morning when the kids were already watching television.
Now, if this were Livi, there'd be all kinds of trouble here. But it's not. It's Ben. And he's as flakey as I am. In fact, luckily, Ben seems to have forgotten about the tooth under his pillow altogether. I snuck the dollar bill in right after breakfast (after mouthing to my boyfriend "Oh My God! I forgot the tooth!" and pointed at my lower front tooth behind Ben's head. Scott's jaw dropped to the floor as he realized what I was mouthing and at the sudden realization that he was dating such a total idiot.
It's 11:00am right now and Ben still hasn't mentioned anything about the tooth. What a flake.
Looks like the tooth doesn't fall far from the fairy.