I lost a couple of teeth this week. I’d forgotten about the Tooth Fairy, and her nocturnal burglaries, it’s been that long since we’ve had cause to communicate. There was a time when the Tooth Fairy rocked my entire world, but since Jasmine told me in the back of the car one day that it’s all a myth, and our parents are liars, I’d kind of put her out of my mind.
But a tooth became wobbly at school and I secured that bloody tissue I’d often envied friends for in the past. So I gave it a go and duly secreted it in my jewelled camel ready for handover at 2300 hours. It went well, and the exchange was made in a timely fashion, so when a second tooth fell sudden victim to a green bean later in the week, I felt confident that the flutter of tiny wings would not disappoint.
How wrong I was…
To be fair, I had promised to make the Tooth Fairy a dress years back, and never got round to it, so perhaps this was her way of making a point. Spiteful little sprite! Never one to give up though, I left my tooth out again the following night. This time she remembered to turn up, and made a fair stab at a decent apology.
She must have been low on change after such a huge night out though, because there was no financial recompense. I looked everywhere. I’m guessing she nipped out to the cashpoint while I was at school, because that coin was waiting on my return home. I wouldn’t mind betting that the Tooth Fairy flew on caffeine that evening!