my toothless wonder

Well, happy day.

Lucy-bug lost her first tooth.

My oh my.

To me there is absolutely nothing cuter than a little kid,
sans a tooth or two or four.

Well, I suppose it's equally as cute when they first get
those little toothers.

And Lucy losing her first, makes me so very sad
that she wasn't here for me to see that very same tooth pop through
when she was a wee little drama queen.

Sigh.

Well anyway, when it first started to wiggle I mentioned to
her about the tooth fairy.


Hope for the future.
Intrigue.
Abundant prosperity.


All filled her eyes as I told her of this glorious tradition.

But a little part of me feared that it would also set her mind reeling
on the fact that someone unknown would actually
be entering her bedroom
and feel around under her pillow for a lost body part.

It's so creepy when it's all spelled out, isn't it?

So, I was a bit guarded about how much to dwell on this
fun pretend reward.

We put her tooth safely in a little cup hidden in a corner of the kitchen.
It sat there all day.
I know, because I kept checking on it.

But when bedtime rolled around...it was gone, the little dish and all.
Gone.
Just gone.

I can only imagine that one of the big kids saw the dish,
grabbed some ranch dressing and started
dunking their snack of choice into it,
unbeknownst to them that a tiny Lucy tooth rested at the bottom.

Who knows.

But we had to improvise, and we had to do it quick.

I told Lucy that it was perfectly acceptable under such circumstances
to write the tooth fairy a note.

So she did...

Then came time to put the note under her pillow...
and she panicked.
No way no how was she willing to do it.

So again, my improvisation skills kicked in and I told
her that it was perfectly acceptable in these circumstances to put
the perfectly acceptable note in lieu of the tooth,
under a pillow in the living room.

Whew.

She found that to be a marvelous solution.

Sure enough, morning came and she checked under the pillow.

A dollar had gloriously appeared.

A dollar.

"Only a dollar?"
Says my toothless wonder.

Geesh.

Yes, Lucy...one dollar for one tooth.


So then she proceeds to ask me how the tooth fairy got into the house.
I was cornered.
I sat there trying to work up an acceptable lie, but none exist.

So I told her....that it was all pretend.
For fun.

And that was that.

She smiled and said, "Oh...okay!"

And was happy with that.


And her one dollar.