I Think She Suspects
March 20th, 2007 by FiddledeedeeEmme lost her front tooth. She had worked it up to Good And Wiggly. I asked her yesterday morning if she wanted me to yank it out of her head. Cooly, she looked at me, “No thank you Mom, I’ll do it myself.” Sure pal. I remember what we went through when she lost her first tooth. The bottom one. An unimportant one. This is the FRONT tooth, for crying out loud. She disappeared into the bathroom. I continued my morning task, waiting for The Screaming, which would signal The Bleeding had begun and it was time for me to calm her and oversee the procurement.
Silence.
A few minutes later, rather matter of factly, she emerged from the bathroom holding her tooth, cradled in a bloody tissue. But, where are the tears? Where is the righteous indignation that this had happened to her? What, no screaming? She stood in front of me and smiled a huge toothless grin.
I cracked.
“My baby is all grown up”, I wailed. In my head. I must occasionally maintain a calm exterior while I traverse this journey of motherhood. “Look mom, I lotht my tooth.” Indeed. And that little smile is forever changed.
I placed the tooth in a ziploc and placed it on top of the kitchen bar, for all to admire. At bedtime, I asked her if she wanted to wait until the next night to put it under her pillow so that Daddy could view it when he got home from work. She pondered that for a moment. “No, I want the money now.”
After a reasonable amount of time, I crept into her room. She was asleep. To get to the head of her bed, I have to climb over her, because we have a dollhouse shaped bookcase which acts as a room divider. I had both knees on the bed and was beginning to reach under her pillow, when she awoke and looked up at me. “Hi mommy. I’m not athleep.” To which I reply, “I knew that, I was just checking on you.”
Foiled.
I waited a while longer before I stealthily crept back in for a second attempt. Dollar clutched between my teeth. Success.
This morning she came in waving her dollar around. “When did you put thith dollar under my pillow?” “What?” I say, trying to act surprised. “I know you put thith dollar under my pillow.”
“LIsten missy, there are many mysteries about childhood, that I wouldn’t go questioning, especially since you’re only on your second tooth,” I inform her. “Okay.” And with that she scurries off to inspect her dollar.
I’ve got to do a much better job hiding my fairy wings and pixie dust next time.
Posted in My Life as I See It | 12 Comments »
March 20th, 2007 at 2:36 pm
Oh, isn’t it sad when they stop believing? I’ll never forget sitting on the arm of the chair next to my mom asking her if Santa was real and her asking me if I REALLY wanted to know. And then realizing that not only was Santa not real but the TOOTH FAIRY! And the EASTER BUNNY! Oh, the horrors.
March 20th, 2007 at 2:45 pm
The only good thing about having my kids figure out the tooth fairy was fiction was all the money I saved!
March 20th, 2007 at 3:02 pm
Only her second tooth and she’s already suspicious? Hhhm, she’s too smart for her own good! Haha…
March 20th, 2007 at 3:16 pm
Aww, what a thweet thory ;o) I wish I could have been there to pull it though. I love that cracking sound when you pull a tooth. One of my very favorite things to do! (as I laugh evilly!)
March 20th, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Oh, so sweet. How did she find out the tooth fairy was you?
March 20th, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Oh goodness, my 5yo is so over the Santa thing (Mom, I know you gave me this), and not even trying to believe in the Easter Bunny (rabbits can’t stand up!). However, she is hanging onto that Tooth Fairy and not letting go. Maybe it’s the money; I don’t know; we only give 50 cents to a dollar.
She pulled out both her front teeth, before they were good and ready! We had to lay the law down after she walked out of her bedroom carrying that second tooth. NO MORE TOOTH PULLING, YOUNG LADY! Those front teeth are just now growing in, 2 months later.
March 20th, 2007 at 6:11 pm
We got a crash course in the tooth fairy when Jake lost his first tooth at 3 1/2 years old (because of an accident). He was in awe at the gift left in his special pillow. I can’t even imagine that wonder going away…
March 20th, 2007 at 7:36 pm
You have a clever one there, mommy!!! Mine hasn’t lost a tooth yet, but I know he is going to be tough to pull one on too. Sometimes I think it is just as fun to be the fairy (or Santa) as it is to get the goods. Guess it is the mommy in me. Good luck finding some new fairy dust!
Mel
March 20th, 2007 at 9:23 pm
Busted! LOL I have 2 now with all their baby teeth gone….but, I still have one wee one to go! Geeze time flies.
March 20th, 2007 at 10:06 pm
I am with you on that missing tooth thing signaling a very bittersweet end to ……something. They just never EVER look like babies ever again after they get those big teeth! Our tooth fairy has had to be very smart to know they have lost so many teeth in unreachable places…..like the bottom of my mom’s pool.
March 21st, 2007 at 5:21 pm
OH! That is so cute! Great story. She’s a smart one!
March 22nd, 2007 at 5:44 pm
Found you through CMB. Cute psot. Hello from Venezuela.