Age six is such a radical year of change. There is the ability to learn combined with a lengthened attention span. Things like reading and math start clicking together rapidly. There is the social aspect of life - knowing what everyone else does, trying to top your friends or compete for "coolness". There is the loss of baby fat and the maturing of facial features. At six, you look less like a baby when you are asleep. And what could be the most tragic sign of aging - the questioning of standard myths.
Roxy confronted me last night about the tooth fairy. There has been rampant tooth loss at Due West Elementary these days, and the debate is hot among the six year old demographic. In all honesty, Roxy has not been particularly fascinated by the tooth fairy. She prefers to carry around her tooth in a baggy to show her friends and she could care less whether she gets any money. But now, the little boy from her class, the one that makes bad choices, is telling her about the parent role in the whole thing and she wants the truth.
I asked her if it was fun for the parents to be the tooth fairy, and she said no. I encouraged her to keep it fun, because getting money is fun and who cares how you get it. She is not pleased with my answer. I just don't want her to grow up anymore...
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