Mom Confession: The Tooth Fairy Forgot

My husband was working the late shift when our oldest son lost his first tooth. I was exhausted that night. In fact, I fell asleep on the couch that night and couldn’t be moved when Hubby got home (so he swears, anyway).

The next morning I awoke to my son’s alarmed shouts: “MOM! MOM! MOM!!!” I rushed into his room to find him staring, in disbelief and utter disappointment at his baby tooth, still lying there on his Superman sheets, right where his pillow had been. (What the floss, Tooth Fairy?!)

Ignoring Hubby’s glare, I quickly explained that some nights the Tooth Fairy gets so very busy, when lots of kids all over the world lose their teeth all at the same time, that she just can’t make all the rounds. “Don’t worry,” I told him. “That just means you’ll get something extra tomorrow night.” (Mommy guilt, anyone?)

Sure enough, he awoke the next morning to find not one, but two golden dollar coins deposited under his little drool-marked pillow. (Thank God for cell phone alarms and reminder apps!)

All this might not have been so bad if we didn’t go through it all again when he lost his second tooth. The third time, he barely batted an eye. “That’th cool,” he lisped through the little hole in his smile. “I’ll get more tomorrow.” Works for me, too, son.

This {mom confession} came from Dawn King, mom of two (soon to be three) boys, all of whom stand to make a tidy profit from the Tooth Fairy and no doubt will inherit their mom's knack for going with the flow of family life and finding the humor in those everyday slips.