Amy, with her mad computer skillz, printed up a responding note in the shape of a tooth that told Cole to just leave the tooth under his pillow when he was done. The Tooth Fairy went ahead and left some money anyway.

This morning, Cole had more questions about the Tooth Fairy. As helpful as I am with trying to provide as much information as he wants on other subjects, I’m very non-committal about the magical creatures. The whole business makes me a little uncomfortable because I don’t particularly like telling him stuff that’s not true. He’s pretty sharp and, on some level, I think he’s starting to figure out that these magical creatures don’t exist. But, I have to admit, it’s kind of funny to hear him bring up “The Diaper Fairy” – a non-traditional magical character we introduced as taking away all of a kids’ diapers and leaving gifts when they were big kids, ready for underwear. I’m always surprised that he still remembers that one.

Anyway, I guess I’ll use this opportunity for us to study how teeth work a little bit. Wikipedia really is a wonderful thing.

Then I actually had to search his bed and around until we could find it. Luckily, we found it on the floor next to his bed and we can leave it for the tooth fairy.

The stripey man at the top is Cole's

Cole was a little confused about why only one of his drawings was on display. (I guess it seems perfectly natural to him that crowds of people should be gathering to look at his work!) But, still, he was proud, and so were we. The exhibit had displays from kids K-8 in the local schools. I don’t know if it was one per class across the board, or what. But Cole’s was the one picked out from his kindergarten class.

As luck would have it, this display comes at a time when Tippecanoe School Corporation is being called upon to make deep, deep spending cuts – a consequence not just of the sour economy, but also knee-jerk opposition to property taxes. (They shifted school funding to sales and income taxes which are more volatile.) So, it’s entirely possible that going forward, Cole and his fellow students won’t even have art teachers, let alone great programs like this to encourage their work. Which is a shame. I think it’s pretty obvious that Cole has more natural artistic talent than, certainly, me and, probably, Amy as well. It would be nice to have a school that could help him develop that as fully as possible.

I login and try and come up with nothing. I tried to write up a bit about the art exhibit that Cole had artwork displayed in tonight, and I couldn’t even come up with a title.

So don’t worry – I’m not having an emotional or physical breakdown. I’m just blocked.

Harper was the cutest thing ever, rocketing down in her little pink snow suit, pink hat, and purple coat. Cole took to happily yelling “Look out below!” (And an odd number of people needed that warning – seems pretty basic that you’d want to get out of the sled run when you were finished moving instead of just laying in the middle of everything.)