Serves me right
I have kept all the boys teeth that have fallen out. The tooth fairy isn't such a big deal in this house, infact, Oscar seems genuinely disappointed the morning after her appearance to discover that his tooth is gone for a lousy 50c or $1. Me, indulging in my need to hang on to weird bits of my kids (I have the plastic peg that they attached to Felix's umbilical cord - and not tucked away somewhere, just floating around in my makeup draw...), have kept all of Oscar's teeth. Stupidly, they're just in a jar on the windowsill in our bathroom. Felix discovered them. The other day he said, "who's teeth are those?" I acted dumb, like, really dumb, "what teeth?" "those teeth, in your bathroom." "Oh those teeth." "Yeah, those ones. Whose are they?" "Oh, just someone's." Thinking to self: IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT "Someone dead?" "What? NO! Not someone dead." "Well, why do you have them and not the tooth fairy?" "Um, oh I don't know." Silence. A bird chirped somewhere. "So how was school?" Idiot.