I never know quite what to do with the teeth that get left for the tooth fairy.
Throwing them out seems unsentimental but keeping them seems totally creepy. I tend to shove them in envelopes or little boxes in my closet. One of my kid’s baby teeth once fell out of an evening purse but I swear I never put it in there.
Some day my poor kids are going to be combing through old boxes and baby teeth are just going to rain down on them.
I don’t even know how we parents keep the tooth fairy magic alive. Sometimes the tooth fairy forgets to come. TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW. Other times the tooth fairy borrows the same $2 bill she gave last visit and puts it under the pillow again. (But in all fairness, you can’t criticize such an admirable recycling effort.)
Ever since I read my children Silverlicious from the Pinkalicious series, nearly 5 year old Harlowe wants to know which tooth is her “sweet tooth.” I’ve tried explaining that having a “sweet tooth” does not refer to a specific tooth but rather the desire to eat an entire chocolate cake at 3 in the morning. But apparently she thinks I’m wrong because Pinkalicious is the almighty ruler of everything.
None of my children have lost a tooth in awhile but my 10 year old daughter Dylan always has a lot of requests when she does.
She once left a note for the tooth fairy demanding money for herself and her two sisters which seemed very ambitious. Although I think the tooth fairy got tipsy on chardonnay and actually followed suit.
Dylan also wanted the tooth fairy to leave a photo of herself but the tooth fairy left a return note insisting she’s not from the selfie generation.
I recently saw one of my favorite letters to the tooth fairy. A little girl lost her tooth at her cousin’s house and couldn’t find it. She immediately took action and wrote a note to the tooth fairy….
Girl, I like your moxie. Way to get what you deserve.