Diva girl woke up last Saturday and walked into the kitchen with a very intense vibe.
“Mommy, can I tell you something? ”
Oh good Lord…what is it? But my panic attack was all silent as I waited with outward calm.
“My tooth came out while I was brushing my teeth and when I was rinsing it off it fell down the drain.”
But the look on her face told me I needed to be more sensitive. Putting my arms around her, I gave her a small hug and asked if she was upset by it and did we need to leave a note for the Tooth Fairy. Now this is a child who no longer truly believes in the Tooth Fairy and is pretty confident that mommy and daddy are leaving her the money. Which is fine with me but I did remind her when she confronted me with her conclusions that if she no longer believed, then she had no reason to get money under her pillow anymore. So of course she is willing to look the other way for a little ‘hush’ money.
So that morning she gave me a big squeeze and a sad face and said yes she wanted to leave a note regarding her wandering tooth.
Sigh…Dear Tooth Fairy…yada yada yada and all that stuff. Please leave the cash and we owe you a tooth.
You know…that Tooth Fairy is such a sucker.