BC’s friend told her last night at a slumber party that her mother was the tooth fairy. so now, BC has shared with me that she knows i am the tooth fairy.

i knew it wouldn’t last forever, but i’m so bummed.

—postscript—

at about 8:30pm, BC came out and said she couldn’t sleep. she looked over to find BS filling the easter baskets. i walked her back to her room.

“mama,” BC said, “daddy lied to me. he told me he wasn’t the easter bunny.”

i thought for a second. “no, honey,” i said. “daddy didn’t lie. daddy is helping out this year because my knee is messed up. he isn’t usually the easter bunny.

i am.”