The teeth are falling out in rapid succession around here and it’s gross!
I’m not sure what it is about these tiny white wobbly bits of child that I find so off putting. There is just something about the constant ‘look my tooth is wobbly’ and the insistent wiggling and jiggling until the darn thing finally falls out and is presented to me like a small, slightly bloody trophy. It’s gross.
I’m normally very stoic and practical when it comes to less than pleasant bodily functions. Vomit, blood, poop… none of that phases me at all. So it’s more than a little unsettling to be so hee-bee-jeebied by the girls loosing teeth.
I don’t like being the tooth fairy either.
Give me the job of Santa or the Toy Fairy or even the mightily annoying Magic Mermaid (who has a magic knack of finding every lost thing and returning it no matter how impossible – thanks Mum!) over the Tooth Fairy any day. Having to remember to exchange the tooth for some cash after the girls are dead to the world is not easy, let me tell you. Twice now I have been sprung creeping in to make the transfer when someone was not quite asleep, but it’s that or forget to do it all together!
And what am I… ahem… I mean what is the Tooth Fairy supposed to do with all those teeth anyway? Keep them? Fashion them into some kind of bizarre craft? I am at a loss.
Whatever it is, I wish the girls would stop loosing their teeth for bit, or that someone would volunteer come to my house and take on the roll of the Tooth Fairy for the next um… 16 or so years?