Our older son, Tall, is a deep sleeper, and thank goodness because somehow the tooth does not stay put under that pillow. The very first tooth he lost, The Husband was the one to do the fairy honors but he could not find the tooth. “What do you mean, you can’t find the tooth?” I hissed at him in the hallway, regretting that I had not gone in there like I originally wanted, “It’s under his pillow. Just stick your hand under there, grab it, and put the coin under instead. It’s not a jewelry heist in some Tom Cruise movie.”“I did put the coin under,” he said through clenched teeth, “but the tooth must’ve fallen on the floor or something.”
“Wait—you put the coin under but without removing the tooth? No, no, no, that’s not how it’s done.” Had he lost his parenting handbook, and along with it his mind? How would a five-year-old feel finding a metal coin cozying up to the very tooth it was meant to replace? What was I supposed to say in the morning when he walked into the kitchen holding both—I guess the Tooth Fairy must’ve dropped it?“That’s exactly what we can say,” said The Husband, “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”
I mulled over my options. I could go in and do it myself, but I would risk waking Tall up after all this commotion. Or, I could stop trying to control and micromanage every aspect of our family’s lives.I chose the first option. I tiptoed into the bedroom Tall and Short share and approached his bed. The cat was sleeping on the foot of his bed, curled up and purring. I slid my hand slowly under Tall’s pillow. Aha! I felt something! It was large and round and flat—it was the coin. I felt around again. Tall stirred and rolled over.
There was no tooth under there at all, not anywhere. After a few more failed attempts, I had to admit defeat.The next morning, Tall ran excitedly into the kitchen squealing with joy over the coin. “Look, Mommy, look! Look what the Tooth Fairy brought me! It’s a piece of gold!”
“That’s great, Sweetie,” I said as I got up from my chair. “I’ll be right back. I have to go check on, uh, I’m going to check on your brother.”Short was already awake. He was watching the cat bat around some toy under the bed. Of course it was the tooth. I snatched it up before Short had a chance to realize what it was.
All this time my children thought the Tooth Fairy had wings. Turns out she has a tail and black and white fluffy fur.