I am not a perfect parent. (I believe I’ve mentioned that here more than once). But today I am definitely up for worst mother ever.
Emma did not get any teeth until she was 14 months old, so she didn’t lose one until after she turned 8! And although the first one was a big deal, her permanent tooth grew in basically the next day so no one even knew she’d lost it. And her other bottom tooth was already growing, so they had to pull her 2nd tooth. Same story again.
But FINALLY she had a loose tooth on top and it finally came out last night during dance class, and she has a huge, gaping hole in her mouth that’s she’s showing everyone (even people she doesn’t know!) And she brought it home last night from dance and her dad helped her to put it under her pillow.
And she woke up this morning and THE TOOTH FAIRY NEVER CAME.
Now, it’s one thing for your child to be mad or upset (especially if it’s directed at you). But it’s totally another thing to hear your child’s voice when her spirit has been crushed and she is completely disappointed. I practically cried. I thought about distracting her and throwing money on the floor quick and acting like it fell out – but she was holding the envelope with her tooth in it! So today, I am officially the Worst. Mother. Ever.
I did assure her that maybe a lot of people lost their teeth yesterday and the Tooth Fairy was just really busy. One of the carpool girls suggested she may have had a broken wing (apparently, the same thing happened to her – I did think that was brilliant, however!)
Emma says she’s writing a letter to the Tooth Fairy tonight to ask her what happened. I’m frantically Google-ing “responses to questions about the tooth fairy”. I guess I better get out my sparkly silver pen. Wish me luck.
