The other night when I played Tooth Fairy (which, note to self, I still need to do tonight), I was a little unsure whether I was supposed to take the tooth with me. Only twenty years had passed since my last encounter with the Tooth Fairy. I just couldn’t remember. I remember little boxes with teeth in them but couldn’t remember if that was pre-Tooth Fairy or post. I thought I should take it since I left money though and put it on our dresser.
When Emma got home today, Scott put her two new (old?) teeth in another zip loc bag and apparently set both bags on the kitchen counter. Cue Emma picking up both bags tonight off the counter:
Emma: Mommy, how do I have this tooth?
Me (I literally turn away from her and mouth what do I say??): Um, the tooth fairy left it for you.
Emma: Why?
Me (making stuff up, I was never a good liar): You know, so you could have it.
Emma: Did you see the tooth fairy?
Me (again, at a loss for words): Um, yeah.
I think Lexi came into the kitchen at that point and Emma dropped it but wow, I just about dropped to my knees and said Emma, Mommy is the tooth fairy and we’re keeping all your teeth. Here’s $5, don’t be mad.
At our house The Tooth Fairy leaves IOUs and sometimes forgets to visit altogether. My kids understand that TF is just really busy and sometimes doesn’t have correct change and stuff. Just sayin…
This was cute and made me laugh. I have always had a hard time explaining the tooth fairy…and sometimes the TF forgets to stop by which leads us into another discussion on the Why’s. I know…Mother of the Decade is right in my grasps…lol
A couple of years ago, Leila painted a pretty egg and wrote a note for the Easter Bunny saying that he could keep it. I wrote a note back saying thank you, brought it to work with me, put it in a drawer and forgot about it. One afternoon I had to pick Leila up early because she was not feeling well. I brought her to the office where she found the egg asked many questions about why I had it. I’m sure she knew I was making things up as I went but she played along with me anyway.
Haha so cute! I don’t know what it’s like being on the mom end of things but I remember my parents having a strict policy that they would never tell us about Santa, etc., until we asked. Then one morning during the carpool ride to school Lauren M. told me to ask if Santa was real. So I did – simply b/c she told me too, not because I actually thought he wasn’t real … that night, they sat me down and told me. I was so not ready for that! It took me about 2 days to realize that probably meant the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy weren’t real, either.
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Amy, You poor thing..you are sooo your mother. Heather and I are still laughing. Mom