The Tooth Fairy Needs Better Time Management

So apparently the Tooth Fairy has the same problem with mornings that we do. Sophie lost her first tooth yesterday - front and center, gap-toothed grin for days - and put it carefully under her pillow with the kind of faith that makes you want to be better at this whole parenting thing.

Cut to 5 AM when I hear little feet padding to our room. “The Tooth Fairy forgot me.” The PANIC. Marcus and I both shot up like we’d been electrocuted, whispering urgent strategies while Sophie waited in the hallway. Do we have cash? Where are my emergency singles? Should we tell her the Tooth Fairy was just running late?

The Tooth Fairy Needs Better Time Management

Marcus found a crumpled dollar in his jeans pocket (hero), I added a quarter from my purse for “interest,” and we executed the most stealth tooth-for-money exchange in parenting history. Sophie’s face when she “discovered” her payment was worth every minute of panic. The Tooth Fairy is officially investing in an alarm clock.

Note to self: Add “be magical” to the already impossible list of parenting requirements. Also, keep emergency tooth fairy funds in more accessible locations than the bottom of Marcus’s work pants.