But the bigger issue for this was the drama surrounding the "leaving of the money." If I had been home, it would have been a relatively easy situation to resolve. Tooth Fairy protocol (at our house, anyway): 1. Stay up longer than said child; 2. Sneak in 3. Swap the tooth with a dollar; 4. Call it good. But this time, Dad was the Tooth Fairy. And he wasn't sure how it worked.
He called me at 10:30 p.m., winded. "I can't find anything to put under William's pillow," he finally heaves. "Uh, got a dollar?" I query. He ignores me. "What about the Disneyland pin on your shelf," he suggests. The pin in question is indeed quite cute and is exactly something William would want. It depicts Chip and Dale playing with an acorn or something to that effect. It would look great on William's lanyard. Only problem is that William was with me when I bought it. He was supposed to be earning it. Note to self: remember what he was supposed to be doing to earn it.
"No," I tell my husband. "If you put the pin under his pillow, I'll be busted as the Tooth Fairy." The wind effectively sucked out of his Tooth Fairy sails, said husband decides to go with the dollar angle.
I could have saved him 30 minutes...
Do your husbands understand the Tooth Fairy rules? What kind of Tooth Fairy fun has your family experienced? I'd love to know.
Saw you on in the mommy bloggers group over at MLC. I used to be a corporate editor and freelancer, and now I'm a part-time copywriter and mom (and blogger). Haven't had to play tooth fairy yet (my son's just getting teeth), but love this story!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Hi! Well, just remember that our version of the Tooth Fairy and dad's idea don't mesh. and be ready for the explanation of how the Tooth Fairy knows you've lost a tooth when you actually ingested it at school or lost it at Girl Scout camp. This, frankly, happens.
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