Nothing like the pressure of being a fabulous mother, but this tooth fairy thing is harder than I thought. Jacob is on tooth number 6. The very first tooth he lost he left a note. I didn’t answer the questions on the note, I just left a lot of glitter around the place. This is where the pressure starts. Jacob is a child detective. If he even sees glitter in my scraproom that mildly resembles the tooth fairy glitter, he will click. So I hide the glitter.
I remember where glitter is hidden for tooth number 2. I hide it again afterwards, I feel like some sort of criminal sneaking around spreading tooth fairy glitter around the place.
Tooth number 3. Jacob wants to keep tooth. He doesn’t leave it for the fairy.
I am let off.
Tooth number 4. Repeat of tooth number 3.
Tooth number 5 he looses yesterday. He decides to leave all 3 teeth out for the tooth fairy but leaves a note for her only to take 2 of them. He still wants the money.
I am tired last night and get it wrong. I couldn’t find the glitter but at least I remembered to leave the money.
He wakes and starts to cry because obviously she did not leave glitter because she is trying to tell him she doesn’t care anymore. Really she was too freakin tired to go looking for said glitter.
Tooth number 6 is lost today and I suspect he is having tooth fairy hangover and that poor tooth was ripped out before it was really ready.
And so follows the note left beside the bed:
Dear God. May I find the tooth fairy glitter tonight. May I draw a heart in the space set aside for my name without somehow giving away that the heart looks like one that Mummy might draw. I pray that you let me get the glitter spread and put away without leaving any tell-tale signs around the place. May I do so quickly and quietly and without being busted by the year old child tooth detective. Amen.
laters.
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