The Man-Cub and The Girl each lost a tooth yesterday. Isn’t that ironic? And, you know, somewhat hard to forget?
Not if you are the Tooth Fairy, apparently.
See, rumor has it that, when awakened by her bladder at three o'clock this morning, she was seized by panic with the realization that she had, in fact, forgotten to make her bedside visit. So, were it not for her bladder; the Ms. Congeniality kids would have gone without a visit. If that is true and, I’m not saying it is true since, I try to take gossip with a grain of salt and all; I hope she realizes the extra glass of Fairy Juice she had before bedtime saved her pitiful ass from a lifetime of scorn.
Especially considering her already somewhat tenuous relationship with The Girl who, by the tender age of six, was already asking questions such as; “Where does the Tooth Fairy live and how does she get from house to house? How does she know that I lost a tooth? Is she spying on me?!” And, what I'm sure had to be the Tooth Fairy’s personal favorite; “What does the Tooth Fairy do with all those teeth?” The answer to that question (Um….she sells them back to parents at a profit?) led to The Great Tooth Buy-Back of '04.
Seriously, she requested the buy-back in writing. And, she wanted a receipt.
You thought I was kidding? Fairy dodged a bullet last night, is what I’m saying.