Now, this tooth had been loose for weeks and was hanging on by a thread. We had been threatening to yank it out in her sleep, so her sister didn’t have to hit her very hard to accomplish the task. And C was so thrilled to have her tooth out that she assured me, “It’s okay that R hit me. Don’t discipline her. Really, it’s GOOD that she did!”
Well let’s not get carried away.
I helped C put her tooth in a baggie, and she carefully placed it under her pillow for the Tooth Fairy, and we went on about our day.
The next morning I was sitting at my computer, enjoying my daily cuppa joe, when C awoke. She immediately looked under her pillow to find... nothing. She appeared beside me with sleep-tousled hair and a tear-stained face, declaring tragically that she was SURE she left her tooth under her pillow, but there was NOTHING there, and the Tooth Fairy DIDN’T COME!
Quite truthfully, I was shocked that she took it all so seriously. This is the kid who decided she doesn’t believe in Santa because, “everybody knows that reindeer can’t fly.”
Well, I snapped to attention and told her to go back up and look again, that I was SURE it was there somewhere. While she started up the stairs, I grabbed a handful of quarters out of my desk drawer and hurried to catch up with her.
When we reached her room, I stealthily slid the money under her pillow with one hand before picking it up with the other to reveal the elusive change. She seemed convinced, although she confidently assured me that it hadn’t been there a few moments before.
And once again, mommy swoops in and saves the day. Wouldn’t it be glorious if we mommies could always heal their heartbreak that easily?