Yes. I found the glitter. I used my best non-detectable tooth fairy skills to create a masterpiece on the note. I spread a little glitter around his bedside table and on the floor. And then once again I hid the glitter in a very safe place. And I washed my hands of the evidence. Again I felt like some sort of glitter criminal. The night’s work was done.
This was Monday night. TUesday morning was greeted with smiles from Jacob.
On Wednesday morning I was standing in the kitchen making the school lunches and I turned around and there was Jacob standing there, with tears rolling down his face and his hands on his hips. –frightened the heck out me -“THere is NO tooth fairy!!! YOU are the tooth fairy!”
Immediate thoughts of how I could have failed tooth-fairy-glittering-101 went thorugh my mind – I was so thorough.
“I put a tooth under my pillow last night and didn’t tell you and there is no money or glitter because the tooth fairy is YOU!!!”
What is a mother to say?
To say nothing of the fact that this is the teeth he wouldn’t leave out because he didn’t want the tooth fairy to take them away. If there was a referee watching this match I’d have called unfair on that one – I was totally set up.
So I used my best telling-fibs-mother-skills and told him perhaps it was because she had already paid for those teeth – or it wasn’t on the note – or whatever?~! *shrug*
So again, last night, we had the tooth fairy note out. And again last night I glittered and took teeth. And prayed to the God Of good tooth fairies that I got it right.
And this morning was met with smiles from Jacob. *phew*
Now i do need to add a little disclaimer here. Jacob is my perfectionist boy – I cringe addressing any of his extra-needs on this blog so I don’t often do it. He has Asp ergers Syndrome and obsessing about such things is his speciality. When he was 5 yo he was so obsessed with the tooth fairy and the possibility that she could come into his room at night he was having nightmares. After battling his fears for weeks I told him at 5 yo that she wasn’t real and his anxieties settled.
Come time when his first tooth fell out 18 months later, he remembered that Mummy had told him the tooth fairy wasn’t real and he came to me and asked “Mummy, did you just say that to make me feel better?” To which I answered that I did and that she was a real fairy. His answer at this point was that he thinks the fairy is in fact kind and gentle and pretty and leaves glitter around the room, and this makes him feel OK about leaving his tooth out. The whoooole tooth fairy problem grew from there.
As I said. Anyone with a child on the autistic spectrum will understand the obsession, and the need to have anything – including the process the tooth fairy has to go through – perfect.
Ok so let’s hope the story ends there for a while – I’m sure you all prefer to see layouts etc?!!
But it won’t. Because I have another son, Braden. Currently we call him “shark boy”. You know how sharks have two sets of teeth, like one set and then just inside they have another?
yep. Like this.
Those front teeth aren’t even wiggly. So today we made an appointment at the dental nurse because he needs a few of the front baby ones pulled out to make room for that adult one to move forward. We hope. Injections and all. Poor kid.
The good news is that he is a no-fuss kid. He’ll leave the tooth beside his bed and be happy there is a $1 coin waiting there in the morning.
The tooth fairy thanks him.
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