My daughter has a wobbly tooth and so do all her school friends. So, once again, I find myself making little Tooth Fairy friends - felt molars, with faces and accessories, and a little pocket on the back for those tiny little milk teeth. And of course, there's room for a shiny coin from that generous fairy.
Sunday, 21 October 2012
Nothing but the tooth
You wouldn't believe the pickle I get into over characters like the Tooth Fairy and Father Christmas. Honesty is all in my world. And I'm also a terrible cynic. But I have gone along with the big 'lies' of childhood because something (Conformity? Tradition? My mom?) tells me I should. But I'm just dreading that moment when the penny drops and my once innocent child looks at me, all betrayed, and vows never to believe another word I say. I've spent way too long imagining this exact scenario. Their little brains working, their big hearts breaking....here I go again.
I should just stop over thinking this right now and busy myself with something. I have loads to do. Father Christmas will be here before I know it!
Posted by jennie sandford at 09:48