Our nine year old just lost another tooth, which meant another visit from the Tooth Fairy last night. Yes, he still believes in the Tooth Fairy (as well as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, at least as of last winter/spring). Fortunately, my wife remembered before she fell asleep, and came out to make sure it was being taken care of. If she hadn’t, I would’ve forgotten entirely.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door and walked into his room, he rolled over, sat up, and looked at me. I wasn’t actually doing the Tooth Fairy thing just yet, so it’s not like I was caught in the act; rather, I was just checking to see if the coast was clear. Since it wasn’t, I just told him that I was checking on our bearded dragon like I do every night (not that I do, but he doesn’t know that), and that he should go back to sleep. I then slipped out and waited.
About half an hour later, I snuck back in and he was sound asleep. Unfortunately, he was also laying squarely on top of the envelope that contained his tooth. After a bit of work, I was able to slip the envelope out from under him without disturbing his slumber, and I was also able to slip the booty (a Sacagawea dollar ) back under his pillow. When I got back out to the light of the kitchen, I saw that he had not only packaged his tooth in an envelope, but he had addressed it…
To: The Tooth Fairy
From: –his full name and our address–
Very cute. As if someone else might find the envelope under his pillow and mistakenly think it was intended for them, or the Tooth Fairy might find the envelope under his pillow but not know who left it there.