Yesterday Kyle and I were talking about teeth. Namely how babies don’t have any, and then they grow them in, and get adult teeth eventually. I idly asked him how much the tooth fairy gave him when he was a kid.
Kyle: Not much. Quarters. *bitterbitterbitter*
Eliza: It’s not like you earned any of it. I remember getting a dollar or so.
Kyle: You can’t get much with quarters. *bitterbitterbitter*
Me: Well how much do you think the tooth fairy should give our kids? A dollar or two?
Kyle: A dollar or two? How many teeth do they get in their little mouths?! How much money is that?
Me: Yeah, but it’s over the course of a couple of years. What do you propose the tooth fairy should give?
Kyle: Nothing! The tooth fairy collects a calcium tax, and in return our kids don’t get sued by the TFIRS.
Me: The TFI…The Tooth Fairy IRS? Really?
Kyle: Yeah! *less bitterness, more enthusiasm*
Me: What’s the point of the tooth fairy, if she doesn’t leave anything behind?
Kyle: *more nonsense*
So evidently Kyle wants to bring whatever entitled bitterness he has from his youthful tooth fairy experiences and apply them to our children. I respectfully disagree.