Last night, the Tooth Fairy let us down—again. My daughter, Lily, had been eagerly anticipating the loss of her loose bottom tooth for weeks. For nearly two weeks, she had been wiggling, pulling, and coaxing it to come out. Finally, her persistence paid off, and the tooth came out while she was at school.
Her excitement was palpable. She showed it off to all her classmates, proudly brandishing it from the tiny silk pouch I provided, specifically for such occasions. With her toothless grin, she demonstrated how she could sip through a straw with her teeth clenched tightly. It was a moment of joy.
The real highlight, however, was preparing for the Tooth Fairy’s visit. We spent the evening discussing the ideal placement for the tooth and the going rate for a small front tooth. At bedtime, she carefully positioned her little tooth on a pink flower design on her sheets, making it easier for the fairy to find, then drifted off to sleep with bright eyes full of hope.
Meanwhile, I crashed into bed, exhausted, and didn’t awaken until 7:30 AM, only to find Lily standing at the foot of my bed, her face scrunched in disappointment.
“The Tooth Fairy didn’t come,” she said, her pout threatening to turn into tears.
I panicked momentarily. “Really? She didn’t?”
“No,” she replied, giving me an incredulous look. “She didn’t.”
I scrambled for a plausible excuse. “Hmm, that’s strange. Maybe she was really busy because a lot of kids lost teeth yesterday. I bet she’ll come tonight if we try again.” While she didn’t seem entirely convinced, she agreed to the plan.
The following night, the tooth was placed once again against the floral pattern, and Lily checked it four times before sleeping. “Do you think she’ll come?” she asked.
“Absolutely! She was just swamped,” I assured her.
The next morning, I woke up to a tugging at my toe, and I knew what was coming.
“Mom! The Tooth Fairy didn’t come again!” Lily held out her tiny tooth, looking more upset than before.
How could I have forgotten—again? Two nights in a row! What kind of parent am I? I felt terrible for my daughter and quickly brainstormed excuses. “Maybe the Tooth Fairy got confused with the bunk beds,” or “Perhaps she was overwhelmed by all the teeth that fell out recently.” My best excuse, “I heard online that our neighborhood has a new Tooth Fairy. Maybe she’s still adjusting to her new job,” seemed to placate her.
That evening, we placed the tooth even closer to the edge of the pillow, accompanied by a large note reading, “Dear Tooth Fairy, my tooth is right here!” with an arrow pointing to Lily’s head. I reassured her that the Tooth Fairy would have no trouble finding it this time.
I spent the evening repeating reminders to myself: “Don’t forget the tooth.” As I prepared for bed, I realized I had no dollar bills in my wallet. However, I did find a ten-dollar bill. While it was excessive for a front tooth, I figured a late fee was in order.
The next morning, Lily bounced into my room, waving a $10 bill. “Mom! The Tooth Fairy came!” she exclaimed.
“Wow, Lily! That’s amazing!” I breathed a sigh of relief, finally having fulfilled my duty.
“And Mom! Feel this!” She pulled my hand to her mouth, showing me another loose tooth. This girl is going to be rich!
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In summary, the Tooth Fairy experience can be fraught with mishaps, yet it also offers a chance for creativity and connection between parent and child. Despite the challenges, these moments become cherished memories that highlight the joy of childhood.
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