My two oldest children, ages 5 and 7, are in prime tooth losing territory. They each lost one within a day of each other. They’re keeping the Tooth Fairy hopping.
The night my son lost his first tooth he was sooo excited. He carried that tooth around in a plastic baggie all night. At bedtime, he wanted to sleep with his sister in her bunk bed. I told him the Tooth Fairy would be looking for him that night.
“I took care of that.," Campbell, my oldest, said. "I left her a note in Caiden’s room.” She thinks of everything, you know. That note contained Caiden’s whereabouts and a few questions for the Tooth Fairy.
The next morning, after a visit from the Tooth Fairy, Campbell comes downstairs with the note in her hand. She walks right up to my husband and me and says, “I’m gonna need handwriting samples from both of you.”
I said, “Excuse me?” She repeated: “I need a handwriting sample from you. I want to make sure there really is a Tooth Fairy.”
I told her just look at my grocery list and she can clearly see it’s not a match.
“Oh no," she said, "I need you to write the same sentence as the Tooth Fairy.”
I said: Honey, the FBI is on the phone, they want to offer you a job as an interrogator.
"What?" she said.
"Nevermind," I said.
Can you believe it? Of course, the handwriting didn’t match and her belief is restored, but gee whiz!!!