This is how we found out:
Paco (6 yrs old): Can I ask you something?
Paco: Can you wiggle my tooth?
Mommy: I’d rather not, can you? I’ll just look
Paco: See how it’s almost ready. Can you take it out after dinner?
Mommy: Why don’t we try right now?
Paco: Nope. I don’t wanna’ eat bloody food.
Mommy: Sounds like a plan.
After dinner, and a bath, and an episode of some robot-y program on Netflix – I finally convince him its time.
Mommy: Okay, here we go, ready?
Mommy: Open up! Wider, say “eee” …okay open while you say “eee”, enter tissue…gagging…begging. DONE!
Later that night in bed we discuss how the tooth-fairy will come by while he is sleeping and take his teeth and replace them with shiny coins. Unfortunately the tooth-fairy got completely distracted, side-tracked, and tired and never showed up.
The next morning…
Paco: Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy: jsdfbrfqerf still sleeping erjjrwnf, what?
Paco: We need to send the tooth-fairy an email
Paco: She is too sick to fly here and bring me the money, so we need to email her
Mommy: Why is she sick?
Paco: She has coughs and can’t fly. And she has Celiac.
Conversations with this guy never leave me without a smile.