The Tooth Fairy

Last night I had Tae Kwon Do. While we were practicing our self defense we somehow got on the subject of teeth. When I got home, The Girl greeted me at the back door – “Can The Boy pull out my loose tooth?” Sure, as long as I don’t have to see it.

Before I finished making a sandwich, they were back to show me the extracted tooth. Ugh. Then came the debate about how much she was going to get from the Tooth Fairy.

The Bo piped up with – “I didn’t get anything for my last tooth.” Crap - forgot that he pulled one out last week! I told him that the Tooth Fairy couldn’t find it and he needed to clean his room. He’s 12! I don’t think he believes – he just wants the money, but the little bugger is up later than I am – how am I supposed to play fairy! I told him that the Tooth Fairy is old and tired and we have to book appointments with her and I forgot.

The Girl has decided that there is no Tooth Fairy in Canada. She lost one on her last visit with her father and heard him downstairs grumbling about having to find money for her! No, I said, the Tooth Fairy was just afraid of being mugged by him.

Once the visit of the Tooth Fairy was confirmed, I mentioned the coincidence of us disgusting teeth at class and I had told them The Boy’s tooth stories.

The kids love stories of their adventures when they were younger so I had to retell them:

It started with my mom showing the grandkids her false teeth to scare them. Worked for 10 years on all the granddaughters – but then The Boy came on to the scene. We were on our annual summer trip to the summer home and I woke up to screaming. My mom had woken up to find The Boy standing next to her – he had swiped here teeth off the night table and were trying to put them in his own mouth!

When I though he was old enough – I read him a book about the Tooth Fairy to help him understand that his teeth were coming out, new ones would grown in and he would get money. He took it well. Until I went to tuck him in for the night – he was in the bathroom on the counter, looking in the mirror and trying to pull all his teeth out – he wanted the money.

Soon after that I was driving him home and he piped up I the backseat:

The Boy, “When we visit Nanny this summer I am going to steal her teeth.”

The Mom, “Why?”
The Boy, “I am going to put them under my pillow – I should get 100 bucks for all those teeth. I am going to buy Lego.”