Feeding the Myth

The lass lost her 4th tooth last night. But she had a problem. She was going to be staying at Grandma and Grandpa’s and was concerned that the Tooth Fairy would not be able to find her. She asked me if I thought there would be a problem.

Never one to miss a chance to mess with a child’s mind, I answered with a “definite maybe.” I told her that the Tooth Fairy is pretty busy and has to run a pretty tight ship to keep up with all the kids whose teeth she has to pick up. I told her it was entirely possible that the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t know where to find her.

Enter the Wife, who suggested she leave the Tooth Fairy a note telling her where the lass would be. She wrote the following:

Tooth Feree- Wr at Grandmas

And she signed her name. (The ‘Wr’ is pre-K spelling for “we’re” for the uninitiated. Be afraid…)

She was delighted this morning when she woke up to find her tooth gone and a caboodle filled with girlie stuff. And with a lesson in taking the bull-by-the-horns thrown in free of charge.