Tink is 11, but she is still losing teeth. Tonight, she decided her semi-loose molar needed to go and yanked it out of her head before bed. As she was rinsing out her mouth in the bathroom sink, I was holding the bloody tooth. I thought about how I really wanted to go to bed.
Tink is a horrible sleeper and usually won’t fall asleep until after 10pm. She also wakes up easily and then won’t go back to sleep without a big production number involving crying, worrying, springing repeatedly from bed, all backed up by the exhausted stumblings of two parents.
She already knows about the tooth fairy. She figured that out over a year ago when IT Guy left a rolled up dollar bill under her pillow tied with a twisty tie. (“That’s just not something the Tooth Fairy would do!” she said the next morning.) She also knows about the Easter Bunny. I’m sure she knows about Santa, but she’s not quite ready to admit to that yet.
We’ve continued on with the tooth under the pillow up to this point, but honestly, I’m ready to be done. I looked at the bloody tooth in my hand and calculated how long I would have to stay up to get the thing back into my hand in the wee hours of the night.
I said, “How about we do the tooth fairy now?”
She said, “But I like the tooth fairy, even though I know. I like keeping the childhood magic alive.”
I wasn’t ready to give up.
“How about you get double the money if we do it now? Childhood magic or cash?” I said.
“Childhood magic,” she said, and held out her hand for the tooth.
I dropped it into her palm, and she looked down at it.
“Ewwww! It still has some gum on it! I don’t want this thing under my pillow! I’ll take the cash!” she said.
So I paid her and now everyone gets to sleep tonight.
Tooth Fairy, out!