Sara lost her tooth yesterday and it has reminded me again that I am the worst tooth fairy on the planet. I always forget. On average the tooth fairy usually comes around breakfast time while my disappointed child sits crying into his Cheerios. "Go check again." I have said more than once, "Maybe she had a lot of houses to go to last night."
. . . childhood must seem so magical in my home.
2 comments:
Rachel, you have such beautiful children.
I don't think that they will be permanently harmed by a late tooth fairy. Once they are older they will laugh with you about it. It's such a great story to tell.
Steve added the issue of having the tooth fairy leave a Golden Dollar. So many nights he has stopped at the all-night grocery store looking for a golden dollar.
When he is out of town the tooth fairy just brings a regular dollar...when I remember.
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