|Replace the fairies with a couple of bumbling parents and you've got the scenario at my house|
For the second time in two weeks, I forgot to put money under my daughter's pillow (no mother-of-the-year award for me this year). The first time it happened, I had to make up a story about the tooth fairy running into bad weather. Thankfully, we'd had some snow the night before, so she believed it. She even swore she saw a wing print in the fluffy white stuff outside. Luckily, the weather cleared up and the tooth fairy was able to come the following night--though she was greeted with a note from the young miss, wanting an explanation for her absence the night before. After a well-crafted apology note (and a little guilt money), all was right with the world.
The second occurrence happened a few nights ago (yes, my daughter is now missing her two front teeth). Being the incredibly thoughtful man he is, my husband woke me up at 2:45 A.M. to kindly tell me I'd forgotten to visit my daughter's room (yeah, because taking care of it himself made no sense). I begrudgingly got up, but after several attempts to slip the dollar under my daughter's pillow without her waking up, I gave up and tagged in my husband.
So what did he do? He crawled into her room on his hands and knees (not joking) all "stealth-like" and tried to snatch the tooth, which my daughter had so thoughtfully put into a very noisy plastic baggy. Of course, the noise woke up my daughter, who then said, "Daddy, what are you doing?" My husband told her he was sleep walking (er...wouldn't that be sleep crawling?). Thank God for naive six-year-olds. My husband then told her to roll over so he could cover her up. While in the midst of adjusting and tucking, my husband snatched the tooth and slipped the dollar under her pillow. Phew!
The next morning my daughter said to me, "Wow, the tooth fairy is magic! I heard her grab the tooth while daddy was covering me up!" Ahh, innocence. I'm just going to enjoy this while it lasts. :o)