The night before Easter, this guy lost his top tooth--meaning there would be a visit from the Easter Bunny AND the Tooth Fairy.
No big deal...except his sneaky older sister decided to sleep in his room because she was "soooo excited" about Easter. I didn't think too much of it because I know they love to sleep in the same room on Christmas Eve too.
So, after the eggs were hidden and the baskets were ready, I crept into Johnny's room with a little plastic egg filled with $10 (yes I know that's outrageous, but that's the smallest bill we had), and a tiny note from the Tooth Fairy.
But, as I slipped out of the room with the tooth, I hear Julie: "Mom, what are you doing in here?"
Me: "Ummm. I thought I heard something. Are you guys OK?"
Julie: "Yup. We're good. Goodnight."
And that was it.
No mention of it the next morning.
So, either she didn't remember, she didn't connect the dots, or more likely, she doesn't want to know the truth, and just wants to live the magic a little bit longer.