Just as I predicted, incisor No. 2 came back to haunt us. We KNEW it was under Miss A’s pillow. We KNEW we had screwed up incisor No. 1 a little over a week earlier and forgot to deliver the coins overnight. And then this second tooth falls out the day before the first day of school and Irene and I are distracted by the mounds of paperwork to fill out that needed to be returned to school the next day. So naturally we forget about the tooth once more!
“Papa, she didn’t come again!” announced Athena that next morning. Though there were no tears this time, I knew just what I had to do to correct it – keep the fantasy alive at all costs! That meant excusing myself to the restroom to concoct the following note:
So sorry but I ran out of money; I will come back tomorrow.
–The Tooth Fairy”
I mean, I went as far as enhancing this little letter with some fancy flourishes that I believed a tooth fairy’s cursive might have such as curly cues on the appropriate letters! Hey, when concocting, go all in, am I right? I draped the note over her headboard and when she discovered it 10 minutes later, her reaction confirmed my actions: “She really does exist, look at this!” she said with delight.
“Man, are you kidding me? Let me see that! You must’ve missed it when you woke up!” I said.
Then she ran back to her room to find a safe place for her special note. Just a little harmless perpetuation of a classic myth, right?
The look on Miss A’s face when there was no money in the circular plastic container that held a baby incisor tooth at the bottom of her toothbrush. Heart wrenching.
So I did what any self-respecting parent would do. I spun a yarn to keep the fantasy alive just one more year (I think Troy stopped believing at 7 – that or they really do know and go along with the ruse just to keep the coins coming in).
But back to the moral dilemma at hand. Who was I to shatter a 6-year-old girl’s belief in one of the biggest icons of the fantasy world? She’s still at the age where she adores all the Disney princesses and I had to come up with something on the spot!
“Oh man, I think I know what happened!” I said. “We put the tooth under that second SIDE pillow on your bed, right? But it probably has to be under your HEAD pillow so I think we accidentally confused the Tooth Fairy and she went on to the next house! Let’s try again tonight with just the one pillow and give her a chance to correct her oversight!”
A tad elaborate, yes, but I could tell Miss A was buying it. That is until she did what the average child does — ran off to get a second opinion. Yep, that’s when we had to consider Mom’s conflicting story: The tooth fairy probably just had the night off because it was a Saturday. Not bad, but not as deviously creative as my theory.
The main thing is that Miss A had enough info to weigh until the issue was fixed on Sunday night. Case closed until the next baby tooth starts wiggling and the tooth fairy issue comes back to bite us in the arse.