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Being a fairy isn't easy

11:53 AM, 5/17/2007 .. 2 comments .. Link

So my oldest loses a tooth yesterday. It's the seventh or eighth to fall out of his mouth, but it's still like freaking Christmas to him, and who can blame him? After the blood has been cleaned up and the tooth has been dropped and found six times before bed, it's then time to put it under the pillow and await the Tooth Fairy.

"Don't let me forget that," I say to the half of the relationship who is responsible as we plunk down for an episode of Monarch of the Glen.

It's not a bad episode, but the more I watch the show, the more I realize that Duncan and Archie should have just locked everyone else in the castle after the first episode of the first season and set the place on fire. Lexie, Katrina, Molly, Golly and Hector are so painfully self-destructive that it's no wonder the place is falling apart. Granted, Hector and a stick of TNT makes for some great comic relief, but still.

Anyway, we watched the episode in the fourth season where Katrina comes back for the first time since she bailed out on a heartbroken Archie two seasons earlier. And just about the time Lexie decides for the second time that espisode that she really shouldn't marry Archie, I see that my wife has fallen asleep on the couch.

The poor thing hauls around a 30-pound sack of potatoes all day that masquerades as my youngest son. After the homeschooling and defending her own castle from the Horde of Demon Children who live on the block, I really can't fault her for crashing a little early.

So it's off to bed. You know, 30-pounds of potatoes sure is cute when it's asleep. I actually laid in bed last night watching him for a while, corners of his mouth twitching a little as he dozed peacefully in the dark and cool room...

"Dad? Dad? The tooth fairy didn't come!"

Ah, hell.

Next to the bed is my oldest. I glance around, stalling for a little time while the fog clears out of my head, and notice that everything is fuzzy. I flail for my glasses then wish I wouldn't have put them on. The first thing I see clearly is the look of crushing defeat on his face. The second thing is a glass of water in the desert. The clock reads 3:31.

"Well, monkey-boy, she isn't going to come if you're awake at 3:30 in the morning."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"OK."

The next part involves scrounging through the car for quarters ("Just making sure the doors are locked, kiddo!"), staying awake for another hour while he finally falls into a deep enough sleep to do the deed, and at last crashing back in bed at 4:43.

"Daddy?" says my daughter a moment later.

"Yeah?"

"I had a nightmare, can you come snuggle me?"

"Sure, cutie."

Just let me get out of these wings and pink tutu, first.
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12:31 PM, 5/17/2007 .. Posted by ataylor
"Pink tutu"? I thought you only wore that at work!

do chunks of teeth count?

3:26 PM, 5/17/2007 .. Posted by Anonymous
My front tooth got a nasty chip in it a couple of days ago; do you think the tooth fairy would give me a partial payment if I can find the piece that is missing?

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do chunks of teeth count?

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