I could hardly believe my eyes when the baby pointed out his first loose tooth last week. I mean, he did get his teeth rather early (he was fat and hungry so we figured nature handled the sitch with premature pearly whites), but I wasn’t at all prepared for this at barely age five. Well, fast forward a couple of days and he had lost and eaten the darned thing in one fell swoop!! *only Cookie*
We spent eons writing a little note to the Tooth Fairy, letting her know that the baby ATE the tooth. He carefully tucked it under his pillow at bedtime and promptly went to sleep. (Meanwhile big brother plotted to wait up all night to catch her in action.)
Now, since Mother has yet to make the baby’s tooth pillow, I never made the glittered tooth fairy money I pinned eons ago, and I misplaced the sweet little “The Night Before the Tooth Fairy” book I picked up for this very occasion, I had to get to work lickety split cooking up something special for the poor thing. I mean, John has a pirate fairy and a tooth treasure chest for crying out loud. And Whit now has a traditional Tooth Fairy that leaves behind a trail of sparkles and a receipt.
(I didn’t think the whole two separate tooth fairy ideas through at the eleventh hour but nobody questioned anything so I guess I’m good.)
I can’t wait to add these to the baby’s memory box over the years. He was positively thrilled with his good fortune… waking up before the crack of dawn to exclaim “THE TOOF FAIRY LEFT ME TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Almost twenty-five, baby. Almost.
Please note that I added an IOU check box on the method of payment line. I would guess that at least half of John’s tooth fairy visits have been paid out in change scraped from the bottom of my purse, and one desperate time we had to borrow money from his own piggy bank. Y’all will thank me for this later. Now, if only I could figure out a way to freeze time :-)