"The tooth fairy brought me money but forgot my tooth," he says, swinging his arm in a dramatic arc to plop the plastic bag with his tooth inside onto my dresser.
Oops. What number parent fail is this? There have been so many, I have lost count.
"You have the lamest tooth fairy ever," I say. It's true. Sad to say, this isn't the first time she has goofed. Fortunately, he is running out of teeth. And it isn't like he still believes. But still, after all these years you'd think we would have this routine down.
"Yeah," he grumbles.
"How much money did you get?" I ask, trying to focus on the positive. At least we remembered to leave money this time.
"Five dollars."
"That's cool."
"Yeah," he replies as he walks out of the room.
And this time his "yeah" sounds a little bit brighter.
Too funny! I love that you still do the Tooth Fairy even though he knows all about it.
ReplyDeleteMy mom filled my Christmas stocking until I got married at age 30. We are a family that sticks to our traditions! :)
DeleteOh, this reminds me of my own tooth fairy fails. So funny. Life gallops on, doesn’t it?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I wrote this piece because it's nice to know that I am not the only one that can't quite seem to remember to play the part of the tooth fairy in a timely manner! :)
DeleteThis is adorable on so many levels. I can totally relate - I am also a very forgetful tooth fairy! I love how you've used dialogue in this -your relationship really comes through.
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