The Tooth Fairy: Bust!
Mon petit garçon is growing up. This weekend, he lost one tooth on Saturday while biting on his lego. The next day, he lost the other one while chewing on his towel. Don’t ask me why or how — he just manages to chomp on everything he fancies.
He was the happiest toothless boy in town, I think — because he was well aware of the whole shebang: You put your tooth under your pillow, and in the evening, the Tooth Fairy drops by, picks up your tooth, and exchanges it for some cash.
The first tooth was fine. I barely made the “exchange” — using his morning toilet visit to dash to my wallet, pick up a bill, and slide it under his pillow. The second tooth though was a total Bust — at least for my 16-year old daughter. I could hear her snickering in her room when she heard me explaining to my 6-year old that I went to bed too late last night, that the Tooth Fairy refused to come into the house (since someone was still awake!). So I promised him, while confronted with a pretty sad and disappointed face, that I would surely retire early on Monday night to give the Tooth Fairy her chance to pick up his tooth.
Whew! That was close.
My daughter thought it was a lame excuse … but I thought it was a pretty witty story for a half-awake-mum.