Last week she informed me -- rather dolefully -- that she had a squiggly tooth and that it was going to come out and bleed everywhere.
Sure enough, her front tooth was loose.
I tried to tell her that this was exciting. "The Tooth Fairy will come and leave you money for your tooth!"
The look she gave me suggested I had four heads and maybe some monkeys flying out of my butt.
"The TOOTH FAIRY?" she asked. "MONEY?"
Hands on my hips, head cocked, I replied, "Would I lie to you?"
After a hasty and half-assed explanation, I sent her off to school where I can only imagine she told her teacher "My mom is crazy and says that a tooth fairy is going to take my tooth and leave me money. Can you BELIEVE that?"
This week she came home with her teeny tiny front tooth in a Ziploc bag. It fell out at 'stended day (Extended Day - aftercare at school). My doubting daughter wanted to throw it away. Seems she is not motivated by money or fairies.
We put the tooth in the pillow and hung the pillow on the door. The next morning I woke Bea for school. I thought perhaps the lure of finding treasure in the pillow would actually get her vertical. And it did, for the time it took to cross the room, look in the pillow, and walk right back to bed. "It's just money," she said as she curled back up.
Well, then. I'll just take those quarters and buy myself something cool from the gumball machines.