Last night, the tooth fairy totally dropped the ball, and this isn’t the first time it’s happened. My daughter, Lily, had been waiting with bated breath for weeks for her loose bottom tooth to finally make its grand exit. For nearly two weeks, she’s been wiggling, tugging, and testing it, hoping to speed up the process. Finally, while she was at school, it popped out!
She was over the moon. Lily showed off her tooth to anyone who would look, proudly pulling it from the zippered silk pouch I had given her for just this occasion. With a toothless grin, she demonstrated her newfound ability to sip through a straw with her mouth firmly shut. It was indeed a thrilling moment.
But the real excitement was preparing for the tooth fairy’s visit. We spent the evening discussing the perfect spot for her tooth and what the going rate for a small front tooth was these days. When bedtime rolled around, she carefully placed her little chicklet on a pink flower-patterned section of her sheets, ensuring it would be easy for the fairy to spot. With dreams of riches dancing in her head, Lily drifted off to sleep.
Then, I went to bed… completely worn out. I didn’t wake until 7:30 AM, when I found Lily standing at the foot of my bed with a pout that could rival any storm cloud. “The tooth fairy didn’t come,” she announced.
Panic set in. “Really? She didn’t?” I stammered.
“No… (dramatic pause with an angry glare)… she didn’t.”
“That’s strange, honey,” I replied, rummaging through my mind for a creative excuse to cover up this tooth fairy disaster. “Maybe lots of kids lost teeth yesterday, and she got swamped with work! That’s probably why. But I’m sure she’ll come tonight if we try again.”
Lily wasn’t completely convinced but reluctantly accepted my new plan.
On the second night, we placed the tooth right at the edge of her pillow, once again against the flower design. Lily must have checked it four times before sleep. “Do you think she’ll come tonight?” she asked.
“Absolutely, sweetheart! She was just super busy.”
Satisfied, she fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke to a small hand tugging at my toe. I was still half-asleep, but guilt jolted me awake. “Moooooom! She didn’t come again!” Lily exclaimed, holding her tiny tooth out like it was a trophy. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.
I was mortified! Two nights in a row? What kind of mother forgets to play the tooth fairy not once but twice? I scrambled for excuses. “Maybe the tooth fairy got confused by the bunk beds and couldn’t find her way?” or “Perhaps she was overwhelmed by all the teeth falling out recently…” My personal favorite was, “I think our neighborhood just got assigned a new Tooth Fairy. Maybe she’s still figuring out the ropes and catching up.”
Surprisingly, that last excuse seemed to do the trick.
That night, we positioned the tooth even closer to the edge of the pillow and taped a big note to the wall: “Dear Tooth Fairy – My tooth is right here!” with an arrow pointing to Lily’s head. After assuring her that the fairy wouldn’t be confused, I spent the evening reminding myself, “Don’t forget the tooth. Don’t forget the tooth…” while cleaning and folding laundry.
When I finally went to bed, I checked my wallet and couldn’t find a single dollar bill. Instead, I found a ten—way too much for a small front tooth, but I figured the tooth fairy had to pay a late fee for her negligence.
The next morning, Lily stood at my bedside, jumping up and down with a $10 bill in hand. “Mom! The Tooth Fairy came and I got $10!!!!!!”
“Wow, Lily! That’s AMAZING!” I sighed in relief. I had finally pulled it off.
“Mom! Feel this!” she said, grabbing my hand and pressing it to her mouth to test another wiggly bottom tooth. This girl’s going to be wealthy!
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Summary
The article humorously narrates a parent’s struggle to uphold the tooth fairy tradition when, in a series of unfortunate events, the fairy fails to show up not once but twice. The mom improvises with increasingly elaborate explanations, and after a costly late fee, Lily finally receives a surprising reward for her lost tooth, leaving her excited for the next round of tooth loss.