Four Feet More

Eamon lost his second tooth yesterday, thereby making a double-wide gap in his bottom teeth. He was very excited about the impending tooth fairy visit and insisted that we read "The Night Before the Tooth Fairy" (we were supposed to read this book when he lost his first tooth, but were out late that evening and didn't have time). All day, Eamon kept reminding me about the book, and when bedtime came and we settled in to read it, he was beaming.

After the story, we placed his tooth carefully in his special "Tooth Fairy" pillow and put him to bed. Then Jeff and I watched a "Daily Show," talked bit, and went to bed. Without checking the pillow.

This morning, around 7 am Jeff wakes me up and says, "Jen! Did the Tooth Fairy come?" I snapped out of my grogginess in a panic and gasped, "No!" Thus began "Operation Tooth Fairy." Jeff crept downstairs to get the dollar and snuck into Eamon's room to do the exchange. I listened quietly without moving lest I wake the boy up. Jeff returned a while later, looking a bit agitated and asked, "Did you put the tooth in the pillow?! I can't find it!" He went back into the room again, I heard a bit of scuffling, and then he came back, shoving the tooth pillow at me. Eamon's tooth had lodged itself into the bottom point of the star pocket on front. I dug the tooth out, Jeff stuffed in the dollar, and quietly put the pillow back in Eamon's room.

Then, we waited. Last time, Eamon woke up at 6:30 am to check out his loot. This time, fortunately, he slept a bit later. Finally, around 7:30 am, he came running into our room yelling "YAY!" and waving his dollar in the air.

Whew. Disaster averted. No thanks to the dang Tooth Fairy. Slacker.