The Trouble With The Tooth Fairy. (With A Mea Culpa.)

A mea culpa for posting so little here.

In the past two weeks, I have fallen out of the habit of writing. No writing on this blog, no journaling, no working on my story.

It’s a function of many things. Time, for example. When visited my family in North Carolina I had no real time to myself, to sit back and think, much less write. I had a fantastic time, though, so it was easy to think, well, when I get home I’ll get back into it.

But then I came home and got this Black Lung Death Plague chest cold. It’s been nearly a week now, and though I am feeling a lot better, I am wiped at the end of the day from coughing, and my throat still hurts (also from coughing). And instead of writing in my journal, OMG I am SO SICK! I have opted not to write.

But I feel incomplete, like I’m missing a part of me. So I’m going to try and post daily – little microblogs – until I can get my writing habit back.

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Owen’s lower lateral incisor has been loose now for years, it seems. I am pretty sure he showed me that it was loose back in the beginning of October. It just didn’t seem to want to relinquish its place in his mouth.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving – which happened to be my birthday – Owen and my teenaged nephew and my brother and Jeff were all outside playing football in the backyard. I was inside, with my parents, cuddling one of the cutest ever 5 month old nephews I’ve ever had.

All of a sudden, there was a sobbing, gasping, snotty Owen, with blood on his sleeve. Jeff stood behind him, all grave.  Owen opened his hand to show me something.

His tooth.

Apparently he had run into my nephew’s back, split his lip, and knocked out his tooth.

Once he calmed down, we put the tooth in a jar on the counter and had a rousing discussion on the different kinds of Tooth Fairies we all had. When we were kids, I told Owen, we had a forgetful Tooth Fairy! She would leave us money BUT NOT TAKE THE TOOTH! And she’d come back every day!

Owen’s Tooth Fairy is not like that. She gives him one of each coin, including a chocolate coin.

(Mostly because I have a tendency to forget altogether. I can remember ONE NIGHT of Tooth Fairy responsibilities. That’s all I have the bandwidth to handle.)

Which was apparent, because late that night, after too much to eat and drink, I went to bed and TOTALLY forgot that O had lost a tooth.

My sister did not – she texted me at some point, asking what I was planning for it.

I got the text the next morning, when Owen and I went downstairs first thing in the morning, and I went to get him vitamins and saw the jar sitting on the counter, tooth still in it, no money there.

CRAP.

I told him to go use the bathroom, then bolted upstairs, stole a dollar from Jeff’s wallet, stuck it in the jar, put the tooth in my pocket, and slipped through the other door and returned the jar to its rightful place on the counter.

Oh, look! I said brightly. Looks like the Tooth Fairy DID come to North Carolina after all!

Whew.

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3 Responses to The Trouble With The Tooth Fairy. (With A Mea Culpa.)

  1. Delenn says:

    Hope you get well soon!

    Glad you had a fun time in North Carolina and glad your birthday was fun and happy.

    I love the tooth fairy story! So glad it worked out.

    So far, Willow has lost three teeth and each episode seems to have its own story! I have found that while the tooth fairy gives money, Willow seems to like the little cheap toy she also gives. That tradition started because I couldn’t find money the second tooth! I scrounged around and found broken bits of a necklace (a painted shell) and some other forgotten toy item and put them under the pillow instead!

  2. Mel says:

    Excellent cover! (And congrats on hitting the missing tooth milestone. And belated birthday.)

  3. Deborah says:

    I am not really looking forward to the tooth fairy stage of things. I know that, in theory, once I see that J has a loose tooth, I’ll have some time to make sure I have the appropriate money. But I am just sure I’ll always be caught by surprise and scrambling.

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