To protect you against bad dreams, perhaps?
November 23rd 2007 15:23
"Mom?," my six-year-old called out from the bedroom.
"Yes baby?," I answered, quickly running mascara through my lashes. I was going to be late for work. It was unfair how one is expected to spend late hours at work and still be on time in the morning.
"The tooth fairy is weird," my daughter said, as she sat on my bed.
She lost a tooth yesterday, and as tradition called for, she placed her loose tooth under her pillow. Even if I was dead tired last night, I still remembered, of course, to grab some cash from my wallet and slip it under her pillow. Without turning the light on of course, as she could have woken up. Uh-uh. These things are magical for children.
"Sweetie, why is the tooth fairy weird?," I asked, putting on my lipstick.
"She didn't leave me any money," she answered.
I whirled around. "Of course she did." Of course I did. My throat was starting to turn dry. I wasn't that intoxicated. I HAD left her a ten-dollar bill.
"I don't know what this is," she sighed, stuck her hand in the pocket of her nightgown and held her hand out to me. "What's it for, Mommy?"
I looked down at her little hands. Oh boy.
*****
Oh boy. So, how'd that get under her pillow? What's the tooth fairy's story? What's your story?
"Yes baby?," I answered, quickly running mascara through my lashes. I was going to be late for work. It was unfair how one is expected to spend late hours at work and still be on time in the morning.
"The tooth fairy is weird," my daughter said, as she sat on my bed.
She lost a tooth yesterday, and as tradition called for, she placed her loose tooth under her pillow. Even if I was dead tired last night, I still remembered, of course, to grab some cash from my wallet and slip it under her pillow. Without turning the light on of course, as she could have woken up. Uh-uh. These things are magical for children.
"Sweetie, why is the tooth fairy weird?," I asked, putting on my lipstick.
"She didn't leave me any money," she answered.
I whirled around. "Of course she did." Of course I did. My throat was starting to turn dry. I wasn't that intoxicated. I HAD left her a ten-dollar bill.
"I don't know what this is," she sighed, stuck her hand in the pocket of her nightgown and held her hand out to me. "What's it for, Mommy?"
I looked down at her little hands. Oh boy.
*****
Oh boy. So, how'd that get under her pillow? What's the tooth fairy's story? What's your story?
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Comment by Lyn
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"Why mom, what is it, what does it do?"
"Well, you know Uncle Tommy goes to the casino and how he uses those little tokens which he can cash in for money, remember he told about it last time he came to visit when you asked him where he'd been?"
"yep, I remember...Is this a token?"
"Yes, thats exactly what it is" relief of thinking up something to explain away my embarrassing mistake, making my voice crack.
"So, what do I do with it? Take it to the casino?"
"No, not exactly sweetheart. They are 'mummy' tokens. You give it to me and instead of getting what the Tooth Fairy normally gives you, you get double from mummy. Oh, she's a naughty little ToothFairy because she didn't speak to me about this before leaving it for you. Normally it's done when the ToothFairy speaks to the parents of the child, they do it because they think the child has been extra special. You must have been good this week."
"How much Mummy.....!"
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