When I was six years old, I, like most six-year-olds, was in the process of losing my baby teeth. And like many families, my family was invested in the myth of the Tooth Fairy. And, also like many families, particularly ones with multiple children, the execution of the Tooth Fairy was… not always spot on. On one such occasion, I had lost a tooth but woke up disappointed to find that my tooth was still under my pillow and no change had been left behind. I wasn’t devastated, but you get your money where you can when you’re six and it never feels good to be left out of something all your friends talk about.
My parents clearly felt guilty, because they decided to rectify the situation. Instead of doing the usual Tooth Fairy routine that night, they decided to be a bit more creative. That afternoon, there was a knock at the door. I was told to go upstairs and play in my room, since the guest was probably a friend of my parents’ and they wanted to hang out alone. This was the usual routine, so I didn’t think anything of it. A few minutes later, I was called back downstairs. My parents explained that the guest was actually the Tooth Fairy, who felt awful about skipping our house the previous night. She just had so many houses to visit. She took the tooth from my parents and exchanged it for a pocket made of construction paper. It had my name on the outside and was filled with change. Luckily for my parents, I did not question the logic of why the Tooth Fairy would knock or why they were just carrying around my lost tooth on their persons.
The Tooth Fairy Cometh! NOT my story!
When I was six years old, I, like most six-year-olds, was in the process of losing my baby teeth. And like many families, my family was invested in the myth of the Tooth Fairy. And, also like many families, particularly ones with multiple children, the execution of the Tooth Fairy was… not always spot on. On one such occasion, I had lost a tooth but woke up disappointed to find that my tooth was still under my pillow and no change had been left behind. I wasn’t devastated, but you get your money where you can when you’re six and it never feels good to be left out of something all your friends talk about.
My parents clearly felt guilty, because they decided to rectify the situation. Instead of doing the usual Tooth Fairy routine that night, they decided to be a bit more creative. That afternoon, there was a knock at the door. I was told to go upstairs and play in my room, since the guest was probably a friend of my parents’ and they wanted to hang out alone. This was the usual routine, so I didn’t think anything of it. A few minutes later, I was called back downstairs. My parents explained that the guest was actually the Tooth Fairy, who felt awful about skipping our house the previous night. She just had so many houses to visit. She took the tooth from my parents and exchanged it for a pocket made of construction paper. It had my name on the outside and was filled with change. Luckily for my parents, I did not question the logic of why the Tooth Fairy would knock or why they were just carrying around my lost tooth on their persons.
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