Oh, that's good. The return of the Tooth Fairy

After the incident of the Discovery of the Tooth Fairy a month ago, Monkey Boy’s tooth finally fell out!

Yep, it took a month. No idea why I bother trying to be organised and plan ahead for things sometimes.

He came in, proudly proferring his gap and flashing his tooth at me.

“Where do you want me to put it?” he enquires.

I don’t know. I’m still getting over the trauma of him discovering the ‘truth’ behind it all.

“Um. Where would you like to put it?”

“I could put it in a glass of water on my bedside table. So the Tooth Fairy can leave me some money. And a note.”

“Um. I thought you didn’t believe in the Tooth Fairy any more?”

“We-ell. I’m not really sure now. So, I better do that. So the Tooth Fairy or you can give me some money. Whatever.”

And off he trotted.

There should be some law against seven year olds exploiting their parents’ levels of fatigue and Mother Guilt like they do.

One Reply to “Oh, that's good. The return of the Tooth Fairy”

Leave a Reply