My son lost his front tooth this morning. It was painful to watch and caused much excitement at the breakfast table. Now, an hour later, I'm in mourning.
It's ridiculous, I know. I feel like my little boy vanished with the loss of this tooth. His sweet little smile is gone. It's the last "baby" thing about him. WHAAAAAA! I know...I should save some of this melancholy for when he leaves for college. At least he still believes in the tooth fairy.
Our tooth fairy has been forgetful in the past. You can't really blame her..she has a lot going on. I explained her absence by telling my son that we had forgotten to crack his window for her. The next night she arrived and left a note. I can't tell you how much fun I had writing it! I used a font that looks like cursive and a pica of 2 or 4....tiny! We had to use a magnifying glass to read it. He was so excited about the note that he quickly forgot and forgave her tardiness. The note went something like this:
I'm sorry I didn't come last night. All of your windows and doors were shut so tightly I couldn't get in! Remember to brush your teeth because this tooth is a little bit dirty and stinky! I'll see you the next time you lose a tooth and remember to leave your window open just a crack.
The Tooth Fairy
P.S. You snore just a little bit. It's cute.
Like any boy, he didn't find the snore part insulting at all and was very motivated to brush! The plan did backfire on me a bit when he found out that another little boy in his classroom is getting paid $5 a tooth. Come on people! $5?!!! That seems a bit high! He has plans to write a note to leave with the tooth tonight...oh,boy! I'm stuck in the middle of salary negotiations with a 6 year old and the tooth fairy. Any ideas?