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Tooth Fairy Trauma

When Timothy lost his first tooth we didn’t really discuss the tooth fairy.  I’ve always felt funny about having strange creatures in the house.  He swallowed his second tooth and had heard about the tooth fairy at school so we told him that he could write a note to the tooth fairy and that would be okay.  He calmed down and again we didn’t encourage him to follow through with the note.  By the time he lost his third tooth he had heard quite a bit about the tooth fairy and wanted to take action.  He gathered up his two teeth and wrote a note for the one he swallowed.  Everything went under his pillow and he was set.

A few minutes later I heard some serious sobbing from Timothy’s room.  I went in to find out what was wrong.  Turns out that Timothy was not ready to give up his teeth.  He decided that he wanted to keep his teeth but wanted the tooth fairy to still visit if possible.  I told him that we would take everything out from under his pillow and that I would talk to the tooth fairy when it came to visit to see what we could do.

The next morning, after discussing with the tooth fairy, I let Timothy know that if he wrote a note asking if he could keep his teeth the tooth fairy would allow it.  He added a P.S. to his original note and then showed it to me to make sure it would be okay.  This was the first time that I saw the note.

A transcription:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I’m sorry I swallowed my 2nd tooth.  Here are the teeth I didn’t swallow, my 1st and 3rd.  I hope it’s okay and the 2nd and 1st didn’t expire.

Love,

Timothy

P.S. Could you let me keep my teeth?

Comments

  1. That's a note I'm sure the tooth fairy will treasure and keep safe. Such a smart one.

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  2. Love the story. And the Tooth Fairy left?

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  3. Yes, did the tooth fairy deliver? This is a fun story. Aunt Lynda

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  4. Oh, that is hilarious. Janet mentioned the tooth fairy letter but wouldn't tell me what it said. So glad you posted.

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  5. The tooth fairy was very accommodating, allowing Timothy to keep his teeth, and me to keep his note.

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