Both K and A had to have their bottom two teeth pulled by the dentist. The rest just like to take their sweet time. I don't know what it is. Frustrating, that's what it is. They go for weeks trying to eat while avoiding the area with the offending tooth, and usually fighting some tears along the way because they bite wrong and it hurts. But the darn buggers just won't let go!
Finally, this tooth of little A's got the best of Anthony. He asked her if he could just tug on it a little and then he would be done. Instead, he yanked the thing right out. Poor little A! She cried but hey, that meant that the Tooth Fairy was coming... it's always so exciting around here.
Around here, the best Tooth Fairy is not of the female variety. I've tried, and I've failed. Every stinkin' time that I try, I wake the child up trying to reach under their pillow to find the tooth (placed either in a baggie or an envelope), and replace it with a dollar. Whose idea was that anyway? Why do they have to put it under their pillow? Wouldn't the top of a dresser be so much easier? I mean, really. Let's think about this, people. I've tried getting my girls to go for this method but they have been brainwashed to believe that there is no. other. way. The tooth goes under the pillow and there is no discussion.
So, after having to explain each time that "I was just checking to see if the Tooth Fairy has come yet," we decided that Anthony should have a go at it. He makes a much better Tooth Fairy than I. And so, the male Tooth Fairy was born!
Usually it's a no-fail process. It always goes off without a glitch at all but this particular night was different. K decided to let A sleep up on the top of the bunk bed with her, on the inside. We tried to get them to at least trade places but with no such luck. By the time Anthony went in to make the switch, the girls were in completely different places, the blankets were askew, it was pretty much a mess. Poor Anthony searched and searched the bed. In the meantime, I was wondering what was taking him so long. Turns out, he couldn't find the envelope with the tooth at all. It was MIA!
Well, if your kids are like mine, it would be such a devastating thing for the Tooth Fairy to not make it on the night they actually lost the tooth, but even more so for "her" to not take the tooth. I don't know why it is such a big deal but it is. So, what was I to do? I had to think fast, well as fast as I could think at 1:30 a.m. This is what I came up with, just tweaked my handwriting and came up with the most pixie-like name I could think of. Pretend it's great!