The Tooth Fairy let us down again, and this time it was particularly disappointing. My son, Noah, had been eagerly anticipating the loss of his wiggly bottom tooth for weeks. Day after day, he would wiggle it, hoping to speed things along. Finally, the moment arrived while he was at school, and his excitement was palpable.
He proudly displayed his tooth, which I had provided in a small velvet pouch for just this occasion. With a big, toothless grin, he demonstrated how much fun he could have drinking with a straw. The buildup to the Tooth Fairy’s visit was thrilling. We spent the evening debating the best placement for the tooth and what the going rate was for such a small treasure.
When bedtime arrived, Noah carefully placed his tooth atop the bright blue flower-patterned pillowcase, making it easy for the Fairy to spot. He climbed into bed, filled with hope for what the night would bring.
Unfortunately, I crashed into bed too, utterly exhausted, and didn’t awaken until 7:30 AM when I found Noah standing at my bedside, his face twisted in disappointment. “Mom! The Tooth Fairy didn’t come!”
Panic set in. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes! She didn’t!” he replied, his eyes narrowing, clearly unimpressed by my disbelief.
I racked my brain for an explanation. “Hmm… You know, I heard that a lot of kids lost their teeth yesterday. She must’ve had a heavy workload!” I offered, hoping to quell his disappointment. Miraculously, he accepted this reasoning, albeit with a hint of skepticism.
The following night, we positioned the tooth even closer to the edge of the pillow, adorned with a note that read, “Dear Tooth Fairy, my tooth is right here!” with an arrow pointing directly at his sleeping head. I reassured him that the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t be confused this time.
Throughout the evening, I mentally reminded myself: “Don’t forget the tooth. Don’t forget the tooth.” I repeated it while tidying up and even while folding laundry in front of the TV. Yet, when I finally prepared for bed, I realized I was short on cash. I searched my wallet and found only a ten-dollar bill. This was a hefty payday for a single tooth, but I thought a late fee might be in order for the Tooth Fairy.
The next morning, Noah burst into my room, grinning from ear to ear, waving the ten-dollar bill. “Mom! The Tooth Fairy finally came!”
“Wow, buddy! That’s amazing!” I sighed with relief; I had finally managed to fulfill my fairy duties.
As he eagerly showed me his next loose tooth, I couldn’t help but think that this little one was going to make a fortune.
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In summary, sometimes the simplest tasks can slip through the cracks of a busy parent’s mind. The Tooth Fairy may be a bit of a slacker in our household, but with a little creativity and some improvisation, we can still keep the magic alive.
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