Well, our Tooth Fairy did it again.
(And, yes, that crooked tooth there is about to fall right out, too.)
When our Middlest lost his first tooth on his own yesterday (you know, as opposed to the way he lost his very first tooth), and then put it under his pillow last night, she didn’t show. Again. She has a habit of being unreliable. And then my honey tried to, first, defend her by saying since she works nights and weekends that she probably has to have her 2 days off in the middle of the week. (Since we pulled the “She only gets paid every two weeks and this wasn’t her week for payday, so she was broke” line before.) And then he moved on to “Why don’t you write a note, a nice one, tonight, and if she still doesn’t show, I’ll sit up the next night all night long by your bed waiting for her and give her a punch right in the kisser.”
She better get her act together. Because our poor kids are gonna be so warped it won’t even be funny. At least to them, anyway.
Or we better come clean. That’s all I’m sayin’.
