Emma has FINALLY lost a tooth. She will be 7 this September, so this is very big deal. I had thought that she would lose a bottom tooth first, isn’t this the usual way? But she surprised us by losing her top tooth.
She lost it at summer camp (what we call the day care at the preschool nearby). Summer camp sounds way cooler. I have to admit, a small part of me grieved that I wasn’t the one to actually pull it out. Sigh, the things you miss when you work.
We thought it traditional to give $1.00 for her tooth, via the Tooth Fairy. But Emma had some kid in her class that told her he got $5.00 and a TOY for his tooth. I could throttle that kid. I calmly explained to Emma that I didn’t think this was how the Tooth Fairy worked. That she had SOOO many teeth and $1.00 bills in her pockets that she didn’t have room for toys, too. Stupid camp kid, making me lie through my teeth.
As soon as we got home, Emma raced her to pillow and put the tooth there. I had to “check” on it later to make sure it was still safe. (Read, in a fetchable spot) Lance snuck in around midnight and slipped the tooth out and the cash in. She woke up the next morning and was predictably excited that, indeed, her tooth was gone and in place was a crisp clean $1.00 bill. Ok, so the dollar bill was actually wrinkled and had the word “LOSER” written on it in pink ink, but in her mind it was hot off the press.
We thought that would be the end of it, but the next night, Addie came out into the living room to fetch me because Emma was crying. I came to check on Emma thinking she had a bad dream or was thirsty or something. Instead, she was crying because she wanted her tooth back. She just could not understand why the Tooth Fairy had not left her the tooth to play with AND give her money.
What on earth do you tell a child?
First of all, I would like to just give a shout out to the genius who invented the Tooth Fairy. It’s not enough that at Christmas and Easter we must pay homage to fictional creatures and thereby forego the accolades for the wonderous gifts and treats. But now we must create yet another situation for a figment of our imaginations to take the credit for giving money to our kids in place of their teeth. I disapprove, America. Yet I am suckered in by the innocence of my children.
Well, shall I invent a story that the Tooth Fairy has mailed back her tooth? Shall I tell my sweet child the truth? Or do I just tell her to suck it up and enjoy the dollar?
This is a big deal, folks. I am setting the bar right now for all the 40 or so teeth that our two girls will lose in the future.
What to do, what to do…