Nine times out of ten, I forget to put the money under the pillow on the night a tooth has fallen out of one of the kids mouths. It's such a hassle. Most of the time I fall asleep before my kids. In the morning they are always sorely disappointed and I have to concoct some lie about how the tooth fairy was running late last night and the money will probably be under their pillow when they come home from school.
Plus, they want a dollar per tooth. To be honest, I guess it was me who set that precedent. But they are very greedy about the whole thing; numbering their soon to fall out teeth in dollars. Cha-ching!
Today I felt the tooth fairy's sting most sharply when Ethan, almost 12 came home from middle school with a pulled out tooth in a little green, plastic treasure chest he got from the nurses office.
"Hey mom," he said. "Do you think the tooth fairy can make, like, you know, a treasure hunt for the dollar I get for this tooth?"
"Can't I just give you the dollar?" I asked.
Ethan sighed, lowered his head in a move that Good Grief Charlie Brown would envy, and shuffled off.
I'm not doing a treasure hunt, but maybe $2 will ease his disappointment a little.