Bit of an exciting day yesterday in our house. Pickle (5.5) lost her first tooth. It HAD been wobbly for about 4 weeks, so it wasn’t a big surprise. I’m sure my teeth weren’t wobbly for that long, but I do remember how delicious it was to wiggle it about with my tongue. Needless to say, I was pretty excited about it myself.
The tooth fell out and Pickle made an emergency FaceTime call to me at work to tell me the news. As it was 8am there wasn’t that much embarrassment taking a speaker call in an open plan office, but I still snuck out into the kitchen. She was beyond excited.
At lunchtime I nipped out to a nearby art supplier and bought some silver glitter and decided that was the most elaborate I was going to make it for the tooth fairy. Some people on the tinternet do all sorts of things. Miniature doors above the skirting door, tiny letters with tiny weeny writing, photos/pictures of the fairy, glitter trails from door to pillow. I wanted to keep it simple so that if I was hit by a bus, hubby could do it or I could do on holiday with a simple adjustment.
However, on the night it was a little fraught.
First off I had planned to put a bit of fairy dust in the gauze pouch (it was an old wedding favour bag that Pickle and I thought would be good to put the tooth in). However the glitter was so fine, it fell straight through and onto the bed. Oops. I then tried to pick up the glitter using a nail file, which was taking far too long and as it was 10.30pm at night, I was desperate to go to bed. I did as much as I could and then brushed it onto the floor. Currently we have laminate down on our bedroom floor and I realised the glitter could be seen and my eagle eyed daughter was bound to ask questions so I had to get a damp wad of toilet paper to pick as much up as a could.
Job done, sigh of relief. Took the glitter into the bedroom along with the gauze bag and popped it back under the pillow, bit of a sprinkling of fairy dust and walked out, safe in the knowledge I had managed to do my very first Tooth Fairy visit.
So I then got all my work gear out the wardrobe for the following day, got undressed and stepped into the shower, at which point I audibly gasped as I had no memory of what I had done with her little tooth. Gah!! Did I put it on the bed? Did I then sweep it on the floor? Did I pick it up with the loo roll and flush it away. Nooooooooooooooo.
So I dashed out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looked all around the my bedroom. No tooth. I went into her bedroom to check the bag. No tooth. I dashed out again and looked EVERYWHERE. No tooth!!!
At this point I decided to try calming down. I got dressed and went back into her bedroom, retrieved the bag and went into the light of my bedroom to double check. There nestled in the corner of the gauze bag was the tooth. Phew. I had forgotten to take it out in the excitement of the fairy dust. I then took it out, found a temporary hiding place and put the bag back.
The tooth fairy visit. Who knew it was fraught with this much danger?