So many post ideas. . . so little time. But this-- this post cannot be denied.
Pancake has been losing about a tooth every other week at this point. It was fun at first, helping her wiggle the tooth. Marveling at the blood and such. But now it's becoming a part time job for me. Last Wednesday, so lost a big honking tooth. One of the two front teeth even.
Under the pillow it went.
I woke up coughing at 5.30 in the morning. Then I felt a block of ice growing in my gut. Panic. "DANGIT!!!", I thought, "I forgot the flipping tooth!!! And it was 5.30 am, a bit light in the house. BAAH!!"
Normally the tooth fairy is ninja like, making her rounds at eleven pm. Well into the deep REM stage of little girl sleep. Five thirty is the twitchy witchy wakey stage. And all the ninja stealth of the tooth fairy? Meehh, notsomuch. It's me slapping on a robe, then I can't figure out how to tie it, rubbing eyes . . . holding my breath cause I can't stop coughing . . .
I bumble into her room. Now, normally the tooth is placed inside two dixie cups. That way, they are housed in something solid, yet soft and easily recognized by touch. For some reason I put the tooth in a plastic sandwich bag that night.
CRINKLE, CRINKLE GERRSSHH REASSSH . . . Goes the bag as I grip it and pull it from under her head.
CLINK, CLANK, CLINKKKKKKKK goes the money next to her ears. She turns towards me.
Blink blink.... Her eyes open.
blink blink ... We make eye contact.
She looks at me standing there, next to her bed. I exhale very loudly and start coughing.
"Mommy?" she asks, all little girl lilting, "are you the tooth fairy?".
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CURSES!!
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BAAH!!! THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT HER TO FIND OUT!!!!
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"No sweetie, I'm just making sure the tooth fairy came. Look! There's the money!"
"But what's that in your hand?", she says, hearing the crinkle of the bag I'm still gripping in my right hand.
"OH!! It's just my cough drops!", Says I. Then I pull out five cough drops from the left pocket of my robe.
Blink blink. . . . She turns away from me, snuggling the kitty.
She says, "Ok, [big yawn] I'm going back to sleep now, I'm still tired."
Then I kiss her on the forehead. "Ok sweetcheeks, love you."
"Love you Mom."
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sounds like the jig is up.
Geo-Joe: naah! that was two teeth ago... so she still totally believes! whew!
Reminds me of the time i got stuck in the chimney.
Welcome Walker. Went to your site. lots of swearing over there. Well, hope you enjoyed your stay at La Blog De Senora Hall. ;)
Aw, this is so cute. At least you remembered! I had more than one morning where they ran in and told me the tooth fairy forgot! I think once she even forgot for 2 nights; can you imagine?
But she did come eventually, and they've since recovered (being 22, 19 and 15).
Close call. Seems like the ninja moves are still there.
I agree with Joe... the gig is up. She definitely doesn't want to believe that YOU are the toothfairy, but she does have doubts. Doubt is the biggest killer for the Toothfairy, the Easter Bunny and Santa.
Mareen: lord help me, the tooth fairy has forgot since then. but yes, all of this will be forgiven and forgotten when the kids are older. ;)
Meghan: yea, I was kind of slick with the cough drops eh?
SUE!!! DON'T SAY THAT OUTLOUD ABOUT SANTA CAUSE IT'S GONNA KILL ME WHEN THAT JIG IS UP!!
And really, since this story she has gleefully discussed the tooth fairy with her friends. so we are safe for now
AND AGAIN, DON'T SAY IT OUT LOUD!!! KNOCK ON WOOD!! SPILL SALT OVER THE LEFT SHOULDER !!!
Cold busted.
Kimber: NOT TRUE!!!!!!
You had better slip her an extra 50 cents for that close call.
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