I don't know why I didn't recognize the tooth fairy immediately! Now she occupies a place of honor in my bathroom, which is where all scantily-clad figments-of-the-imagination belong!
(Oh. And just in case you wondered, if you saw my Show & Tell about Sits a few weeks ago, my house is not completely decorated with tacky knick-knacks!)
My sister posted a cute story about the tooth fairy visiting her home earlier this week, and that reminded me of an incident from my childhood that I wrote up in my NaNoWriMo memoirs. So here's the "tell" portion of my Friday Show & Tell post:
I lost a tooth while we lived in the trailer-house on Granddaddy's property, when I was in first grade. At our house we didn’t put a lost tooth under our pillows for the tooth fairy to find. Instead Mother had us put it in a glass of water on the table. I don’t know if anyone else ever did it that way, or if that was something Mother came up with… but I’m sure it was to help serve as a reminder to the "tooth fairy" to not forget to trade the tooth for some loose change. So I put my lost tooth in the glass of water and I was determined to watch for the tooth fairy and see her when she came.
(Mother says she never tried to make us believe in the tooth fairy or Santa Claus, but we did anyway. I believe her, because I’ve done the same thing with my children. You can explain all you want to, but children are great pretenders and can believe about anything!)
As I was carefully watching the glass with my tooth in it, one of my teenage uncles came in. When Mother explained that I was watching for the tooth fairy he said, “Oh! I saw the tooth fairy flying around outside. You better go outside and see if you see her out there.”
So I did.
And would you believe? The tooth fairy took my tooth while I was outside! I never did see her. And mother and whichever uncle it was declared that they hadn’t seen her either! That tooth fairy. She’s a sneaky sort of character.