The Tooth Fairy

Stephen lost a tooth.  He put it carefully into a baggie so he could put it under his pillow.  Then, he lost his tooth again.

So the tooth fairy couldn’t come last night.  Finding lost lost teeth is not in her job description.

Tonight, after much searching through his room, he found the tooth again and placed the baggie under his pillow.

“But Mom, I know the tooth fairy isn’t real.  I know you’re the tooth fairy.”

I smiled smugly.

When I was tucking him in, he said, “I just want to know if she’s real or not.  She isn’t.  Is she?  I don’t think so.  But maybe she is?”

“Why don’t you think she’s real?”

“Well, if she’s the tooth fairy, then she’s a fairy, so she’s very very small,” he pinched his fingers together and scrunched his face to demonstrate her smallness.  “And once after I lost a tooth, I felt a big hand lifting up my pillow.  A teeny-tiny fairy would have teeny-tiny hands and she wouldn’t do that.  So that’s how I know.”

I smiled smugly.

“Also, you always smile weird when I say there is no tooth fairy, so that’s more proof.”

I quit smiling and turned off the light.

Later, I exchanged his tooth for a dollar with the most dainty, delicate fairy-like movements I could!

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About jennyvogan

Author of "Stephen's Mom," a blog documenting the funny, crazy life of raising four boys while keeping my day job as an ultrasound tech.
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