My 6-year-old has been patiently waiting to lose her first tooth. Watching her classmates lose teeth like the X Factor loses hosts hasn’t helped.
At last Miss A has had a satisfyingly wiggly lower front tooth to tinker with for weeks. Last Saturday night it was barely hanging on by one minuscule bit of flesh. Hubby lassoed it with string and quickly yanked it while I held Miss A’s hand. She hesitated for a bit and started crying, not because it hurt so bad, but because she was so happy.
Finally, her Tooth Fairy moment had come.
Fast forward several hours to about 2 a.m. and I had one of those “OH CRAP” moments where I woke, sat up in bed, and tried to remember what I’d forgotten to do (because it varies from week to week). I realized I hadn’t left any Tooth Fairy cash for Miss A’s prize tooth. I snuck into her room and saw that hubby had tucked a $5 folded bill into the little pocket of the yellow and white gingham Tooth Fairy pillow my grandmother made for me years ago. Satisfied, I crawled back into bed. Score points for hubby.
The next day Miss A came up to me, grinning and holding her $5 bill. She unfolded it, examined it closely and looked puzzled.
“Mommy why does it say April on this money?” She looked at me with concern and handed over the bill.
I looked at it and sure enough, someone had written April in bold black ink in the corner.
“Um…I don’t know.” (Think mama, THINK. Now is a moment to grasp for parenting brilliance.)
“Maybe it’s a sign! A sign that you’re going to lose another tooth in April.” (Uh…yeah.)
She looked at me, skeptically.
“Maybe it belonged to a little girl named April and she got the money for her first tooth and then spent it. Now you need to write your name on it.” (Dude, you are SO FREAKING LAME. Is this all you can come up with?)
“Any way, it’s a mystery!”
Yep, this whole parenting thing. It’s definitely a mystery.