When Blondie lost tooth number 4, she actually LOST tooth number 4. She was climbing into the van when it fell out of her mouth and disappeared never to be seen again. We told her to draw a picture of her tooth for the tooth fairy. When she woke up the next morning, the tooth fairy had forgotten to visit! (more like crashed on the couch and dragged her tired butt to bed without a thought for her responsibilities). Blondie sat downstairs lamenting the absence of a reward convinced that her tooth fairy wouldn't visit a kid without a real tooth under her pillow. Stealthfully, the tooth fairy snuck a quickly made coupon "good for a prize from your parents" under Blondie's pillow and disappeared. Thankfully, Blondie declared this "the best visit from the tooth fairy ever!" Whew!
Yesterday morning an excited Josie lost tooth number 6 while brushing her teeth before school. Last night she put it under her pillow excited about what the tooth fairy might bring her this time. This time I was determined that the tooth fairy would get things right. Unfortunately, at 6:15 this morning Blondie walked into our room and sadly declared that yet again, her tooth fairy had not visited. Doh!
When Blondie went downstairs her tooth fairy came. Blondie showed us the money delivered late in the morning. We told Blondie that her tooth fairy is just NOT a morning person and if Blondie wouldn't wake up so darn early, the tooth fairy would visit before she gets out of bed in the morning. That's right, it's all Blondie's fault she ended up with the lamest tooth fairy ever. How's that for good parenting?