Tonight, as we were getting ready for bed, he asked me if he could write a note to the Tooth Fairy. I said "sure." I sat down on his bed, and he pulled up a chair to his desk. I asked him if he needed any help with spelling, or words, and he quickly dismissed me.
When he crawled in bed he had the note in hand, and said he wanted to leave the note under his pillow, in the plastic bag that had the tooth in it.
I asked him why he wanted to write the note, and his response caught me off-guard:
Miles: "Well, you see, I think the Tooth Fairy might think it's pretty neat that I have lost two teeth in two days, and I thought if I pointed it out to her, she might want to leave me a little bit more
than the dollar she left me last night."
Dad: "So, you're kind of trying to scheme with the Tooth Fairy, eh?"
Miles: (with a toothless grin) "Ya ... kind of!"
Dad: "Well, that's clever. I'm not so sure it's going to work, but I do think it's nice that you're taking time to write to her. I'm sure she'll appreciate the personal attention."
