Lilo lost her second tooth on Tuesday; it was the other bottom central incisor. That night she put it on her dresser so the Tooth Fairy could find it and leave her another Sacajawea dollar. She loves the Sacajawea dollars, because it is a “gold” coin. Moreover, she loves the word coin. The coin is apparently an impressive monetary unit, especially if it has a golden color and a Native American heroine on it.
This woman is greatness, y’all.
There was only one problem with Lilo’s hopes … her mother is a dipshit. I totally forgot to make the swap. I n my defense I have a sick baby, since Spock has a cold and has turned into a mucus-dripping hip-monkey. However, that is no excuse to neglect Lilo so mea culpa.
Yesterday morning Lilo comes into my bedroom on her little cat feet, and softly tells me that the Tooth Fairy didn’t come. Her small face was very downcast and bewildered. I felt like the most uber-asshat in the history of the world. I had to think quickly! Which I did!
Seeing the torrential downpour that was happening outside my window, I was inspired. “Sweetie, the Tooth Fairy can’t fly in heavy rain. Her wings get wet and she can’t flutter them. We’ll put it out again tonight and she’ll be able to make it then.” Lilo thought this was a very reasonable explanation and was satisfied. Booyah!
Last night my Sweet Babou reminded me to leave the coin, so Lilo did wake up to a Sacajawea dollar left by a dried out Tooth Fairy. There was glee. We put the money in her Eyeore-shaped piggy bank and all was well in Lilo’s world. She was able to bound off to YMCA summer camp with the happy news she had been visited by a metaphysical creature who paid her for a body part. Her cuteness was something fierce, y’all.
Now go forth, and don’t forget that the Tooth Fairy can’t fly in rain.