Small Son, now 10 years old, admitted to me last night that I did more work than he thought I did. I was flattered that he had paid attention, at first, until I asked him what work I did that he didn't know about before.
"You take all the teeth out from under our pillows and put dollars under there instead," he answered.
"How did you discover this?" I asked.
It seems he was snooping around in my jewelry box and found my tiny drawstring bag holding all the teeth I have collected (or the dentist collected) from my children.
"Well, that's what you get for snooping," I said, "and eavesdropping is just as bad. You always find out something that you really didn't want to know."
He was worried that I was mad. I wasn't; just sad.
"So, you don't believe in the Hogfather anymore either, huh?" I asked.
He laughed and all was forgiven.