A few weeks ago, my eldest daughter lost her first tooth. Given the opportunity I would have gladly become a bone collector and stored the itty baby tooth in some kind of treasure box, but NO! I was robbed and not even by the tooth fairy. I was robbed by my own daughter and her gastrointestinal tract.
Yup, my darling Put Pie went to bed with a loose tooth and woke up without it. She somehow managed to swallow it while eating. Now, I’m super glad that she wasn’t hurt or anything, but I was ROBBED of the experience of holding her first fallen baby tooth! ARGH!
I complained to a good friend about it and she assured me that if I really wanted to I could dig for the tooth once it made its way out of my girl’s body. Ewww, no thank you. I’ll just wait for the next one.
Faced with the dilemma of having no tooth to put under her pillow for the tooth fairly, Put Pie wrote the following note to the almighty tooth fairy…
I don’t know, but this whole note thing made me suspicious. You see how in the picture my daughter drew herself with a big ol’ tooth-eating grin? That looks like a kid who is happy that she swallowed her tooth, that looks like a kid who wanted to swallow her tooth. That does not look like a child who is remorseful or mortified that she robbed the tooth fairy of a chomper. And is that an X-ray view of the tooth inside her tummy or does she just have a really large belly button?
Oh, and did you notice that there is no apology in the note either? No, “I’m sorry I ate my tooth, but could you pretty please still leave me something.” Nope, it’s more like, “I ate my tooth, you can’t have it, deal with it and you better get out of my room before the purple sun comes up.”
I’ll tell you what her father the tooth fairy is much kinder than I because she still woke up to something under her pillow. I say, if you give NOTHING to the tooth fairy except an unapologetic note about how you jacked her of a tooth, then you should get jack. I love my daughter very much, but I am not about to support her thieving ways.