I knew it was coming sooner or later. The other night, my 7 year old daughter asked me if Daddy was the tooth fairy. I did what every normal parent does…I lied. I said, “Hmmm, I don’t know. I have never actually seen the tooth fairy.”
This seemed to satisfy her for the moment and I put a giant green star in my”w” column to denote another parenting win.
Well, victory is sweet even if it is short lived.
Since I couldn’t provide the answer, she went another route in her quest for the truth. I suppose if you want the real deal, you go to the source and not some dumb dumb parental intermediary. So, she wrote a note to the tooth fairy.
The tooth fairy standard at our house is a gold $1 coin – one dollar per tooth. Those of you who are leaving big bucks and treasure hunts and lengthy letters in special fairy font? You are killing me softly. Quit it.
Now, I feel pressured to find “any real gemstone” (oh pray tell, where might I find these? ) or something fairy-ish. I feel stressed. I feel inadequate. I feel like a pawn where a 7 year old is dictating my every move.
On the other hand, I recognize this as a parenting trap and that if I succumb then I’m a sucker because I’m only making more work for myself. This is a slippery slope because it will only cause her to expect more, more, more and before you know it she’ll be asking the tooth fairy for a red Porsche.
Why can’t a $1 gold coin be enough? Next time, maybe I will sprinkle some glitter or gold stars into an envelope and throw that underneath her pillow (with the $1 coin) and call it a day.
Smarties, what does your tooth fairy leave behind? And if you have a cheap source for real gemstones, I’m all ears.