Sometimes my 6 year-old daughter Dylan has a way of sucking just a bit of the joy out of the milestones of childhood.
Like losing her first tooth.
It’s been wiggly for weeks and then just before bedtime, it fell out. Oh the joy! MY BABY LOST HER FIRST TOOTH!!! Get the baby book. We’ve got to write this down. My little girl is all grown up!
Wait – why is she crying?!
While some children might start dreaming of how to spend their tooth fairy riches, Dylan did not. Instead, she sobbed.
Rick and I figured she was completely freaked out by the idea of some fairy flying into her room on a broomstick in the dark of night and grabbing the tooth from beneath her pillow with a bony, wrinkly fairy hand. So we told her that we could easily mail the tooth to the tooth fairy and no one had to enter our home. I mean, we have an alarm for just these kinds of situations.
But no, that wasn’t enough. The sobbing continued.
Turns out, she just didn’t want to be the center of attention and figured a missing tooth would turn her into the Suri Cruise of kindergarten. I promised her that I would not contact TMZ with news of her missing tooth. I tucked her into bed.
But yesterday, I got a picture…
And she even let us put the tooth under her pillow.
I hope that fairy knows the alarm code.