The trials and tribulations of a Tooth Fairy

We're away in France at the moment and my daughter is sleeping in a room with me.

The blue patchwork quilt at the front of the photo? That's me - she's on a mattress right next to the bed, and see that small colourful set of tiny drawers on top of the white box? Well that's where she put her tooth. To keep it safe for the Tooth Fairy.

And if that wasn't bad enough, as far as tricky TF obstacle courses go, she'd balanced two tiny Sylvanian puppies on top and carefully lent a plaster of Paris fairy brooch thing against the drawers.

I had to lean right over her to get anywhere near it. If I hadn't been so blinking tired it would almost have been funny - every time she shifted about or snuffled. I froze, musical-statue-like, in an awkward hovering pose. Took AGES.

When I eventually crept into bed it was after one. 

The next morning there was a fair deal of excitement about the money....not so much for the little TF letter and envelope I'd carefully crafted and penned in my teeniest, tiniest fairy writing.

But, you know, I'm glad I made the effort, because it feels like it might be the last time. My only TF believer is losing the faith, and I doubt I'll forget this one in a hurry...

Good to go out in style don't you think?

Day 328 - Dear Tooth Fairy....

Good try, note boy...think he was angling for some special treatment, but the Tooth Fairy isn't so easily swayed...

I did smile though, when I found it lying outside my seven year old's room. Not smiling so much when I had to search for his tooth. Usually it goes in a TF-friendly little box, but this time he'd insisted on putting it under his pillow. Thankfully he didn't stir as I felt around on the sheet.

I found some lego, 2p and an elastic band.

And just as I was starting to get a little desperate, my hand brushed over the small, sharp tooth.

I added it to my growing collection in a dark cupboard corner, and then wrote a teeny tiny card in my best teeny tiny writing, wishing my husband was home, because he has the smallest handwriting known to man.

Always an early start the morning after the Tooth Fairy visits.
He galloped into my room, waving the pound and the card in the air, 'LOOK Mummy, LOOOOK!'

I love that joyful burst of pure excitement when they still believe. And I want to remember this one, because I know my note days are numbered.