A Strongly Worded Letter Can Do Wonders Sometimes

Are there any tooth fairy believers out there who are readers of this blog?  Anyone?  Anyone?  If you are, then I highly encourage you to stop reading right now or there is a strong possibility that your world view will be changed forever.  All that you have believed to this point in your life might crumble to dust if you continue to read, so you should stop right now.  Last warning . . . . Okay, here goes:

I am a terrible tooth fairy.  Absolutely terrible.  First of all I am a total wimp when it comes to pulling my kids teeth.  I can't do it.  Laney is the master tooth puller in our family.  I can't even remember how she ended up losing her teeth.  She must have pulled all of them herself.  After that, she is the one who has pulled the majority of teeth for her younger siblings.  I can't do it.  I just have one job.  One lousy job -- and I am a miserable failure at it.  I am the Tooth Fairy.  I am supposed to sneak into my unsuspecting child's bedroom at night after a momentous occasion of the loss of a tooth, grab the tooth, and leave behind some cold, hard cash in its place.  That's all.  Nothing too difficult about that, right?  But I constantly forget to do it.  All day long my kids will remind me over and over and over again about their lost tooth and their high expectations for the upcoming night.  Then as they head to bed they are almost giddy with anticipation for the visit of the tooth fairy.  I hear all of this.  I make plans.  And then I find myself heading to bed a few hours later, apparently having suffered from temporary memory loss, forgetting all the run-up to this important night.  So I go to sleep, only to wake up the next morning to the disappointed looks of a child whose dream has been shattered by an irresponsible tooth fairy.  Well, I have gotten pretty good at coming up with good excuses for why the tooth fairy didn't show up.  You know . . . it's storming outside, and she is unable to fly in rough weather.  She actually did leave the dollar, but she thought that you were in the other room that night.  There was an unusual number of teeth lost one night, delaying her arrival at our house.  Stuff like that.  But I'm running out of things to say, and that leads us to the events of this week.

Two days ago Hyrum was super excited to lose another tooth.  He's almost to the end of his tooth loss days, so every loss is considered a bonus in his mind.  After showing me the goods, he promptly took it to his room to prepare it for the expected tooth fairy visit.  And, as I am wont to do, I forgot to visit.  The next morning Hyrum came into my room, devastated.  I told him that the tooth fairy probably didn't see the tooth, so I told him to make sure it was still under his pillow, and I was sure she would show up the next night.  The next night came and went, and this morning I woke up to a very sad Hyrum who said, "Mom, I'm just really bummed because the tooth fairy forgot me again."  Awww!  I felt soooo bad.  This time I told him that he should consider leaving her a strongly worded note so that she could know that it was important for her to remember him.  I told him that I would help him later, but he told me that he had it all under control.  Now it was just important that I remember to follow through and take care of tooth fairy business tonight.

I almost forgot . . . again!  But luckily I remembered late at night and sneaked into his room to take care of my duty there.  That is when I found this note hiding under his pillow:

I love it when he says, "Why are you avoiding me?"  Awesome!  That is one finely worded letter.  Well done Hyrum!  You sure made your opinion known today.  Too cute!  Needless to say, the tooth fairly did give into guilt and remorse, and she totally left him $10 for his trouble.  Now I'm sure all of the kids will be hoping that the tooth fairy forgets to visit them, and I'm sure they will think that it might make sense to demand a bit more than $10 since it came so easily to Hyrum.

Being the tooth fairy is hard work for an easily distracted mom like me.  I have no problem admitting that I am a failure in that department, but tonight I have to say that it makes me happy to be such a loser of a tooth fairy because it let me see just how awesome my sweet Hyrum is.  I love that boy!  Fingers crossed that I can do a better job with JoJo and Minsy.  They are my last chances to redeem myself in the fairy delivery service department.  Now I'm off to craft a properly remorseful letter of apology from the tooth fairy to Hyrum.  Knowing him, when he receives it he will want to reply, letting her know that he thinks she is a very nice tooth fairy and not to worry about being forgetful once in a while.  

Sometimes being a parent is amazingly fun!