Little Elvis, superstar
His play was this weekend. He was kind of lackluster on Friday night, and spent the last half of the play playing with his hand. He came running out as soon as it was over yelling, "I pulled my wart off!" At least we knew what he was doing. He was much louder and a little more focused for the other two performances.
The play hasn't been the only source of excitement for Little Elvis. He pulled another tooth last weekend. He's only got one more to go before we get a break. He's currently got 3 gaps in his mouth. And two of those were a bit of a problem for his Tooth Fairy. She kind of forgot about them. Both of them. At different times.
The first time, he woke up ready for his dollar, and bawled. We put the dollar on his toothbrush. Pretty good idea, huh? Well, then he lost another, and we forgot again. This time he checked under his pillow, then he checked his toothbrush. He didn't cry. He informed. Bob put the dollar in a sneaker. I told him he had a silly tooth fairy. He just gave me a look.
Then, he pulled another tooth. And he decided to write his tooth fairy a note. He's tired of her silliness.
It essentially says, "Dear Ms. Tooth Fairy. Please don't leave the dollar somewhere silly. Sincerely, Little Elvis. (Hide it under my pillow.)
Not exactly the most polite note, but it was funny. It also worked. The tooth fairy remembered. He may not believe anymore. But he's going along with us right now.