By Diane Ako
I'm sure the Tooth Fairies Union observes major holidays. At least, that's what I told Olivia.
She pulled two of her own teeth out- the day before and the day after Christmas. As I just detailed in a series of blogs on Utah, I was mired hip-deep in all kinds of issues of my own and couldn't pay attention to the stealth payout. The ripple effect means Claus carries my burden and is therefore tired, too, from single parenting.
The upshot is, nobody did squat for her regarding the missing teeth.
On Christmas Eve, I worked almost 11 hours, and Claus was tired from watching her all day. On the 25th, the first thing she did when she came to the living room was not be excited about opening gifts, but complain that the Tooth Fairy didn't come last night. We felt so bad for forgetting.
We told her it's a holiday across the land, not just for humans but also for magical beings. She accepted it, but wanted to know when Tooth Fairy's first day back in office would be.
We said December 26. We knew we were taking the red-eye from Oahu to Utah on the 25th and thought we were so smart for buying ourselves a little time.
The 26th arrived and as I bemoaned a few entries ago, I had major altitude sickness and a pathetic comedy of errors in my effort to resolve it. The night of the 26th I was still queasy and Claus was, well - tired.
Unfortunately for us, the kid pulled out another loose tooth on the 26th, and this created confusion as to the payment schedule. She wanted to do one tooth a night for two nights (ugh, really?) even though I tried to convince her to do it in one fell swoop (easier for me.)
So the night of the 26th, Olivia puts one tooth under her hotel pillow and we forget to leave money. The morning of the 27th she woke up, checked underneath, and exclaimed with sadness, "Mommy, the Tooth Fairy didn't come again."
I am a heel. A headachy heel, but a heel nonetheless. Right then and there I decided to double her money as a late fee.
When she went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I ran to my wallet and shoved a fiver under the rollout bed's pillow. You know, the rollaway bed that Claus ordered for Olivia, but which he ends up sleeping on. Every time. Without fail. I tell him from the get-go to accept that it's going to become his bed, but hope springs eternal with him.
When Olivia came out, I said, "Honey, did you check every pillow? Maybe the Tooth Fairy got confused and left it under the other bed that you were supposed to sleep in." This is one terrible Tooth Fairy who takes too many breaks and can't get it right.
She was already bummed and didn't want to bother! I had to lead her by the hand to find it. When she did, she was a little excited.
The following night we actually, finally, remembered to leave money for the second tooth. In the morning, she didn't want to check for money. At this point, so many days from the pulling of the tooth, and with so many crushed hopes, she didn't really care if the stupid fairy visited.
Children have 20 baby teeth. Three down, 17 more to go. I might need a recertification exam before I take my next Tooth Fairy flight!