In my home the tooth fairy has always been a fickle little thing.
A little rain on the East coast? She doesn’t like to get her wings wet. She is delayed by a night.
Sleep in your brother’s room instead of your own? She is too lazy to look around and find you, so she just comes back another night.
Sometimes if she takes a couple of days to arrive, she feels bad and leaves $2 instead of $1. Another time she accidentally gave a ten-dollar bill instead of one dollar bill. Imagine her surprise!!
Last night Renee plucked another tooth out of her mouth an hour before bedtime. She placed it in a plastic bag under her pillow, and we all went on with our lives. I was up late watching a couple of episodes of Scandal. (It’s SO good). I finally dozed off after mid-night and forgot all about that blasted tooth.
Shortly after 1:00 am Cara comes in and reports her belly hurts. I get up and check her out. She seems fine. I put a trash can by her bed, just in case, lay out some towels, and tuck her back in.
I go back to bed, with one eye and ear open, listening for the worst.
1:30 am. Cara leans over the side of her bunk bed and barfs. I hit the deck running. Of course I’m too late. I strip sheets, haul mattresses, start laundry, and resettle the crew. Renee and Cara share a room, so of course all of this wakes up Renee too. She waits for me to clean up the room and turn her light back off. By 1:45 I kiss her goodnight again.
Then she says, “Mom, my tooth is still there. The tooth fairy hasn’t come yet!”
Crap. Seriously. I hate that fairy.
Now Cara is sleeping on a mattress in my room. That way we can both be up all night while she is sick. Around 2:30 am, after another round of laundry, I go downstairs and start looking for a dollar. I search everywhere, with no luck. I even go out to the car. That requires that I cross the dark back patio, where I know the rats are looking at me. I run fast and hold my breath, both ways.
Back in the house I get out the change jar. I am so tired. In an act of desperation I put 5 quarters in a little plastic baggie and call it good. I quietly enter the girls room and shove the bag under Renee’s pillow. The quarters are clinking, the baggie is rustling. I just don’t care. I pull my hand back and turn to leave.
“Mom?” Renee whispers.
“Mom, I’m still awake. I heard you go through the change jar. There is no tooth fairy. Did I only get a dollar?”
Who is quick on their feet at 2:30 am with an active barfing situation?? I sigh heavily. Fatigue has set in and the filter is gone.
“Right. The tooth fairy is dead. You got a buck twenty-five. Now go to sleep.”
And she does, after she tells James and Cara the news.
I guess the next time a tooth comes out at the Sandberg house I’m off the hook. I can just slap a dollar down on the counter and call it a day!