My life, the last few days, seems to revolve around baby teeth: avoiding the puppy's, and paying for AJ's.
The tooth fairy will be stopping at our house tonight for the second time in five days. Meanwhile, I'm left to wonder how AJ's going to bite into anything with no teeth in the middle on top, and middle teeth on the bottom that haven't fully grown back in.
I do believe there's a wider gap between my son's teeth than between the slats in the railing behind him.
AJ doesn't care. In his mind, he didn't lose a tooth, he gained a dollar. And now he's excitedly imagining how/where/when he'll spend his loot. This tooth-losing business pays quite well. He hasn't spent the dollar from last week's tooth fairy visit, and tonight he'll double his haul.
At least there was some warning this time that a dollar bill would be needed by nightfall. Last Friday, it was less than a half hour before bedtime when AJ wiggled out the first tooth. How can the tooth fairy possibly be expected to work under such conditions? She's got sleeping kids waiting for her world-wide, and now she's expected to produce a spare buck on short notice? And on a night when Mr. Tooth Fairy is working, so she doesn't even have access to his wallet?
As luck would have it, the tooth fairy was able to locate a one dollar bill in her wallet, and was able to successfully change the subject when the soon-to-be recipient of the dollar happened to see her digging through her purse and question what she was doing.
The next morning, I laid the groundwork for an excuse should a similar situation happen again. I told AJ he was very lucky the tooth fairy was able to make it to our house. He must have lost his tooth just in time! If it had been any later, the tooth fairy might have already started her nightly rounds, in which case she wouldn't have heard until the next day that she needed to visit our house.
I'm sure it's just a coincidence that the latest lost tooth came out first thing this morning. AJ described it as happening, "like two seconds after I woke up."
The tooth fairy is on alert!
Now if only she'd share a humane secret for speeding up when Gus' razor-sharp fangs (shown here attacking a lawn chair) would fall out.
For that I'd shell out the big bucks!
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