What! Oh Honey, no of course the tooth fairy is not dead. Don’t be silly! Why would someone write that? It’s just to grab your attention, they want you to do a better job brushing your teeth. So go. Quick like a bunny. Run along now.
Ok. Little ones out of the room, no one reading over your shoulder? Good, because…..
The Tooth Fairy is Dead!
My SweetGirl a mere 8 years old managed to lose a tooth while in between jumps into the pool in Florida. That baby was ripe and ready to go.
When bedtime approached the regular Tooth Fairy protocol was followed. Tooth is placed in a glass of water beside the bed with the expectation that in the morning in it’s place will be some bright shiny coins. Now don’t ask me why in our house the teeth go into a glass of water instead of under the pillow. That is the way I did it as a kid and the tradition carried on. I’m thankful my Tooth Fairy went for the glass of water routine instead of the under the pillow scenario. Good grief. What parent in their right mind wants the anxiety of having to search under their kids pillow in the middle of the night for a freakin tooth the size of a niblet of corn. Not to mention the extreme YUCK factor! Seriously. A piece of your kid fell out of their head. Shiver. Sometimes it’s got some rooty things attached, there is almost always some blood. Ug. So, I don’t like the teeth, we go with the water thank you very much. But I digress.
When my 6’1’’ Tooth Fairy went to do his job (yes it is almost always a Daddy job if I can arrange it..me and teeth…uck) instead of coming back downstairs with a baby pearly white, he comes down with a look of bewilderment and joy? In his hand, a note.
It is a very funny story how my tooth came out. I jumped out of the pool and the tooth popped out into my Dad’s hand. I have a question. How is it that you can find me in Florida? I find this very suspisious. Write back Please.
So what did we do? Discuss, disguise our handwriting and we wrote back.
The next morning we were all kinds of curious to see what our daughters reaction would be! They said nothing. Finally I caved and asked, “SO…what did the Tooth Fairy bring you?”
“Mom. we are NOT toddlers anymore, the Tooth Fairy’s writing is just like Dad’s.”
With that one little sentence, the Tooth Fairy died.
Why is it that I am having a harder time with this death then my girls? They seem to be taking great joy in the fact that they have solved a mystery. Figured out an adult secret. I guess I should be relieved. I have always been so torn about the lying we do verses the joy they get from such things. My biggest worry. Easter is just around the corner. Does the big fuzzy bunny get the bloody axe next? Oh and Santa..what of poor Santa Claus? Sigh. Maybe I should have had more kids.