It happens to the best of us. At least I’d like to think it happens to the best of us.
Despite being the best parent you can be all day long, you totally drop the ball after the kids have gone to bed.
Yes, I’m talking about the worst offense possible, forgetting about the Tooth Fairy.
In our house, we were actually boasting a pretty good record of NOT forgetting. And my kids are getting older, I mean…it’s frankly a miracle that they still believe. Santa is questionable, but the Tooth Fairy? She’s solid. I’m not sure why, but I’ll go with it…
…if I remember.
This is what happened:
Syd has been on a tooth losing spree lately. Frankly, I’m surprised that I don’t have to blend all her food for her.
Two weeks ago, she lost a tooth at school and spent some time writing a long note asking the Tooth Fairy questions. Later that night, She (aka Hubby) answered those questions with a scrawling script, tucked the note and a Toonie (for my American readers, a Toonie is a $2 coin) into her Tooth Fairy pillow and we snuck out of the room.
Syd woke up thrilled and two dollars richer.
The next night, while I was out at critique group, I received a text message. Syd had lost another tooth. Did I have a Toonie? Crap. I rarely have cash or coins of any kind. A quick mention of this, and every single one of my talented writing friends produced a coin. That night, the Tooth Fairy wrote another note and tucked it, along with the Toonie (sponsored by the amazing Leanne Shirtliffe) into the pillow.
Syd woke up thrilled and yet another two dollars richer.
Everything was going well. We were keeping up the facade quite nicely. Until last night…
Fifteen minutes after saying goodnight, Syd appeared in the hallway holding a somewhat bloody tooth. Excited, she wrapped it in tissue (thank goodness), wrote yet another note, put it in her pillow and went to bed confident that she’d have even more money in the morning.
Ever the dutiful parent, I dug through my purse, produced a Toonie and…promptly forgot all about it.
Until this morning when she came down the stairs, shot me a look (further proof that she likely knows what’s up) and said, “Well, I guess the Tooth Fairy forgot. I’ll try again tonight.”
Wait, what? Ah…dammit.
Tooth Fairy Fail.
I made up some lame excuse about the loss happening so late in the evening that is was probably too late to get on her rotation. Whatever.
I’ve set an alert on my phone for tonight and I’ve scheduled that pesky Tooth Fairy for a definite visit. Although I’m pretty sure she doesn’t pay interest on missed payments.
How about you? Tell me your Tooth Fairy Fail stories? And if you don’t have any…well, you’re a better Tooth Fairy than I am.