Lulu wonders, “It’s not a boy, is it, Mama? The tooth fairy is a girl, right?”
I put that question in her head.
As a kid, I had a book about two children, Jack and Daisy, who try to trick the tooth fairies by making a replacement tooth out of flour and water when Daisy really loses her baby tooth.
The book, aptly titled, What Happened When Jack and Daisy Tried to Fool the Tooth Fairies featured a team of two male tooth fairies – more like grouchy old curmudgeons than iridescent Tinker Bells.
I loved them and the book. I read it a lot to Lulu when she was a toddler.
But now she is a full-fledged big girl – who just this weekend had her first baby tooth fall out.
She was at a birthday party at her friend David’s house. I was in the other room chatting with the grown-ups when she ran in with her mouth stuffed full of tissue.
“My toof fell out!” she cried, holding the dental evidence out in her hand. There it was. Her tiny lower incisor.
I took the tooth and also took a picture of her proudly displaying the tissue hanging from her mouth covering the new gap in her smile – flanked by older and more toothily experienced friends, Alessio and Cassandra.
To prepare for the arrival of the fairy, Lulu and her daddy sealed the tooth in a red envelope that she decorated and wrote “TO THE TOOTH FAIRY” along with her own name – so there would be no mistaking who should be the recipient and who was the sender when it was discovered under her pillow.
At bedtime, she was a breathless string of questions – besides the one that I had planted previously about the fairy’s gender.
“Will I hear her wings?”
“Will I feel her reach under my pillow?”
“If I pretend to be asleep will she still come and maybe I can see her?”
I admitted I didn’t know any of the answers as I had never seen her (or him) myself. Excitement woke her up before five o’clock this morning.
I jumped up and rushed into Lulu’s room.
“I think I heard her.” Lulu whispered. “Can I look under my pillow?”
“Of course,” I yawned. But I was excited with her, “Let’s see.”
Sure enough. In place of her baby tooth were a couple of coins. A two-Euro piece and an American Silver dollar. Our fairy is an international kind of gal.
Lulu clutched her coins happily and (thankfully) went back to sleep for a couple of hours.
I remembered back to when she was only nine months old and got her first baby tooth. A little hard nub jutted out from her soft pink gums. Now with a mouth full of teeth, her first one had come out. To be replaced by a new version that should last for the rest of her life.
Ah, our daughter. Another rite of passage.
Time to buy her a new package of dental floss.
For all you parents out there, what’s the going rate for a tooth these days? Are molars worth more? Any stories you’d like to share, I’d love to hear!
For more adventures in parenting, and just in time for the holidays, you’ll enjoy Because I’m Small Now and You Love Me. Buy it now!
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