Telling lies for fun and profit: The Tooth Fairy
Last night I enjoyed one of those moments of fatherhood I never thought about before we had kids: pulling teeth. Twice now I've gotten some dental floss from the cabinet, tied a knot around a loose tooth, and pulled, to reveal a bloodless tiny kernel of dentition in a tangle of nylon twine. AJ has now lost his front two lower teeth, and he's already got the tips of the new one poking through the gum-line. (Those were the easy teeth. I worry about the others now.)
Before Jennifer and I married, we discussed what we would do about Christmas, Halloween, Easter, and other childhood stories. I was adamant: no myths. No lies. No Santa.
No. Tooth. Fairy.
I would not lie to my children for the sake of
