My son Andrew was a cute little boy, always a bit smaller than the other children, sweet, very neat and orgainized with all his toys and clothes.
We used to call him "Alex P Keaton", all his shirts had to be "tucked in" and if he could he would wear a clip on tie. Some of the outfits that child would put together, just put a smile on your face. I just let Andrew be "Andrew."
Andrew was about 5 or 6 when his baby teeth were falling out. He would always save them for the tooth fairy, typical, what child doesn't want money?
One day when he had lost a front tooth, I told him to put the tooth in a baggie and put it under his pillow. That way the tooth fairy could find it.
That night, as I had done before, I went into Andrews room and snagged the baggie, I replaced it with 1 or 2 dollars (I'm 44 now, I can't remember exactly how much money).
The next morning when I went into Anderws room to wake him for school, he sat up in his bed, with those big brown eyes and looked at me and said "mom, my tooth is gone?" I asked Andrew if he looked under his pillow? Andrew replied, yes... but mom, "do you really think I believe some little fairy flies around my room at night while I am sleeping and takes my tooth to leave me money?" I'm sure I sat there with a dumb founded look on my face, he was so young, and so innocent still.
Being a mother I responded, well... yes, I do believe that, don't you? Andrew's reply that time was more stunning than the first, he said, no I don't..... nor do I belive that some bunny "poops" out candy either.
Now I know, that was just the beginning.....
Kids say the darnest things, my memories of my youngest (Andrew) are always on my mind these days. He recently turned "18" and has joined the army. I'm sure I need not say more as to why my memories are heavy. That little boy is now 6.4. I'm a proud mom.
