A Tooth Fairy Intervention

It isn't a secret that my introduction into the world of tooth fairydom has been rocky.  It hasn't helped that the tooth wizard (Jay refuses to have the word "fairy" in any way attached to himself) is also a novice.  And between the two of us we've thoroughly besmirched the good name of the tooth fairy/wizard.  So, apparently we were in need of an intervention.

Drew's second front tooth had been hanging by a thread (or a root...is it a root?...gross) for weeks.  Any time he jumped up and down or let out a hearty guffaw that tooth would wiggle around inside his mouth like a pendulum on a clock. I was just waiting for it to fall out or get stuck in another hot dog and Jay was ignoring the whole thing altogether because "he just doesn't do teeth."  (Except his own, which he brushes quite regularly.)

Just when it seemed like Drew's tooth was going to be around for his junior prom, Auntie came out for a visit and swooped in to save Drew's rather raggedy smile.  If ever there was a person that knows teeth, it is my sister.  She is somewhat of an expert, I would say. Carly takes her teeth quite seriously and knows what it is like to have a snaggle-toothed grin. Recently, while at a fancy out-of-town wedding, she had a run-in with a lettuce wrap wherein she lost a veneer and was left with a vampire fang that would make "Twilight" fans shudder with envy.  (And while I'm on the subject, lets talk about how our brothers relentlessly tease her about being a "potty mouth" because her beautiful smile has a few porcelain veneers.)

Being kindred spirits, Auntie and Drew set out to get that tooth under the pillow instead of sticking out of his mouth, parallel to the ground.  And what better way than the old-fashioned doorknob and string trick?

Auntie and Drew closed their eyes, crossed their fingers, slammed the door and the tooth shot out of his mouth attached to my mint dental floss.  Huzzah!

But the intervention could not be considered a success until the tooth was safely under the pillow ready for the exchange.  And...............

I had no cash.

Just as I was starting to tell Drew, "The tooth fairy won't come when a tooth is pulled out past 8:00 because she has already started her route," (oh, man I'm getting really good with tooth fairy excuses) Carly interrupted and said that "we should try it anyway" (with a wink, wink).

So my sister donates two dollars to the tooth fairy intervention and calls it good.  Crisis averted, innocent child still remains duped about people flying around and magically giving him things while he sleeps, and I'm off the hook.

Until the next morning....

I realize that Drew left his tooth under the pillow in the top bunk of Owen's room because he thought we would move him there after he fell asleep and Auntie went to sleep in his bed.  But Auntie decided to sleep on the couch, and Drew is sleeping in his room without the tooth, and now I have to explain how the tooth fairy knew to go to another pillow to retrieve the tooth and leave the cash under the pillow he actually slept on.

I'm not a tooth fairy.  I'm a tooth fibber.