Last night was super-fun, but there was a little wrinkle in the evening. Neko finally lost her tooth, and we weren't there to oversee the lost tooth ritual.
Barb was there for the actual loss of the tooth, which I have a feeling was filled with lots of excitement. My mom then took over to handle bedtime when Barb needed to go home. Right before bedtime was when the anxiety set in.
Suddenly Neko was in tears. She didn't want to give up her tooth—she wanted to keep it. And then she didn't want the tooth fairy in her room. She didn't like the idea of someone she didn't know in her bedroom. I don't blame her. Upon reflection, the whole idea is a little creepy.
My mom helped her write the note in the first photo, which they taped to the front door, asking the Tooth Fairy to please leave her tooth. So when we arrived home, we had some punting to do. If I've learned one thing about parenting, it's that curveballs fly out of left field when you least expect them.
I've never been one for perpetuating this sort of mythology, but I felt she deserved an answer that would quell her fears. So I grabbed the digital Tooth Fairy pen, and composed a note. The Tooth Fairy assured her that she could keep her teeth, but maybe she could leave her tooth pillow right outside the front door, and the Tooth Fairy would leave something special.
This morning Neko was thrilled with this solution. She happily carried around her dollar and talked about the Tooth Fairy's new plan.
Of course, I almost got totally busted when she saw these photos on my laptop. I am in so much trouble when she learns to read.