The tooth fairy was bad last week, very bad and forgetful. The first morning there were a few tears when a sad little girl discovered that the tooth was still under her pillow. However she quickly recovered her composure when she realized that the tinfoil might have been the problem. She fixed that problem by sticking the tooth in a ziplock bag and happily stuck it back under her pillow (sadly, we seem to have lost the adorable little toothbox we bought in Paris).
The next morning the tears took much longer to dry. This time the space under the pillow was completely empty. No money and no tooth. Very troubling indeed. Things were remedied in the afternoon when the sweet girl returned home to conduct a thorough investigation of her room and she discovered a little ziplock bag with coins under her bed. It turns out that delinquent tooth fairies are granted special permission to conduct exchanges during the day light hours.
In all seriousness, it made me feel dreadful. It also had me thinking, what do fairies do with all of those teeth? toss them? save them? Really, what do you do? I have a distinct memory of one of my childhood friends showing me a special little container in her mother's jewelry box. My friend proudly showed me her mother's collection of special pearls. I wasn't an idiot and could clearly see that they were teeth. Tiny, little baby teeth. And related to issues of belief and parental involvement, did anyone hear the This American Life holiday story about one family's elaborate and complicated relationship with a few different Santas?