M lost her first tooth a couple of weeks back and was VERY excited. She was one of the remaining few children in her class not to have lost one yet, so when it started to wobble, she fiddled with it more or less constantly until it came out. In fact she came running through into our room at just after 5am the other morning to tell us. So, anyway, it was a big deal. Obviously we made a whole hoopla out of it and discussed the procedure for the tooth fairy and M went to bed that night in a state of extreme anticipation.
Well, the tooth fairy came and deposited what M later described as “a fancy pound” under her pillow (the coin had the leek design on it, this is fancy apparently). The following morning M awoke to find all was in order and that the visit had taken place as expected. We didn’t think too much more about it after that, at least not until last Saturday when M was hanging out in our bedroom and just happened to open my bedside drawer. You’ll never guess what she found in there, secreted in a little jewellery box. What, you guessed? Really?
My heart missed a beat while she held out the box saying “What’s this Mum? It looks like my tooth!”. All I could think to do was burble something about how the tooth fairy must return teeth to their owner and that we wouldn’t have known that as it’s our first visit etc… etc… I think she bought it, but I felt BAD. When I told G what had happened he said “Yeah, she often rummages in that drawer”. This was news to me.
So, having managed to chip away at my daughter’s innocence, the main thing is that the myth appears to remain in tact, unless M’s just humouring me.