Continuing with the dental theme, Tres just lost another tooth (proudly displayed above). I can’t keep up with this kid. He laughs out teeth. He sneezes out teeth. He coughs out teeth. Ok, not really but they are dropping faster than my aging skin. And these baby pearls come with a high price tag.
Remember when .25 cents was the going rate and anything above was a massive bonus? Today kids expect green backs…paper…dollars (plural!) I learned of this fact by
evesdropping listening to a ball field conversation where a few kids were discussing their tooth fairy earnings….earnings that could be claimed on a 1040EZ!!
But this tooth fairy’s kids are happy for whatever they find under their pillow because this tooth fairy is incompetent. The incompetence grew worse with each child and sadly, Tres didn’t stand a numerical chance. She often forgets about the tooth and day after day her kids awake to the [now stinkin’] tooth under their pillow. So when the tooth is finally replaced with whatever she can scrounge up, elation is the emotion in this house. The dejected “She didn’t come again…my tooth is still here…I think she has dementia!!!” is replaced with “I got a quarter!!!!!!! She came!!!!! She took my tooth!!!!! Whoo-hoo she must have taken her dementia meds!!!”
We also do other things like attempt to capture the developmental moment…..
I could claim mad genius. I could say that it was the tooth anti-inflation master plan all along. And when they blame me for ruining the reputation of the imaginary characters of their youth I just may. But for once my disorganized, forgetful ways paid off.
I am not super mom. I am not the organized, crafty type. I am not Martha Stewart. I am imperfectly human. I dig in dirt without gloves and get dirt under my finger nails. I make a mess, daily. I live, laugh and love hard….
…and I forget about the teeth under my kid’s pillows.