The Tooth Fairy in this house is likely the most negligent TF you’ve ever heard of.
Megan has now lost 4 teeth.
The first one was easy to remember, because TF put a post-it note on the fridge to help remind her to exchange tooth for money. The second was special because the doctor pulled it out under anaesthetic just before removing her tonsils and adenoids. (TF has a special place in her heart for these kinds of situations and pays double for those teeth.)
Tooth #3, which was lost at school on Monday, was a little trickier. Now, before we get too down on TF, she did have the foresight to stop at the store and get a loonie (that’s a Canadian $1 coin, for my US friends) that day. But that loonie was left, forgotten in TF’s wallet until 3am, at which time a groggy Megan woke up and came to inform said TF her Mother that TF had not yet come to do the exchange. The issue was dealt with the moment Meg fell back asleep.
Wednesday, while at school, Meg yanked out tooth #4. TF, once again, wisely ensured that she had a loonie on hand.
This post was written on Thursday morning at 6:55am. It was inspired by two big, brown, tear-filled eyes and a forlorn little girl’s early-morning voice squeaking out, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come. She forgot about me!”
But before you feel too bad for her (or too judgemental about TF’s slacking off around this house), you can know that she was reassured by these words, “Oh dear! You know, this isn’t the first time that the Tooth Fairy has fallen asleep on the job. Just ask Braeden – I think the Tooth Fairy fell asleep and forgot about his lost teeth two or three times! But you know what she did? When she woke up in the morning and realized her terrible mistake, the Tooth Fairy always came while Braeden was at school. And with his money she would leave him a not of apology. So go make sure your tooth is still where it should be, because when that Tooth Fairy wakes up – is she ever going to feel foolish!”
Meg smiled, giggled a bit, and asked her mother to make sure that NO ONE enters her room while she’s at school today.
Phew. Another bullet dodged. This double-identity stuff can get pretty hard core!
“Dad remember your speshule. You are own of God’s Pepule.”
“Deer Dad Jesus is God’s Son. Jesus dide on the crost to forgive our sins. God’s son is Jesus.” (“God” is at the top – which Abbey said was intentional, because He should be at the top of everything.)
I read the card through, turned to Pat, and said something along the lines of, “Aw, what a speshule card you received.” He smiled and brought me one of my own…
“Welcome back home mom. God loves you. remeber God.”
That’s tough to read – here’s a close-up.
“Deer Mom You are my best frend. God Loves You. You are speshul. Love The lord Your God with ole your sol and with ole your hrte and with ole your stracth. Deuteronomy 6:5.” (This was her memory verse from 2 weeks ago…)
Pat watched me read it, then made some comment about me getting teary-eyed. Uhm – ahem – no, no, I’m fine, just give me a moment to clear my throat and get this dratted eyelash out of my eye.
I kept thinking to myself, “Who took that? When was it taken? Did I really let the kids have the camera? NO! It couldn’t have been me, they’re holding printed pics (in color, gasp) from the computer. That is on the list of not allowed things to do! What is going on here???”
