So I was minding my own business on Saturday evening and one of those emergencies cropped up! Not too bad an emergency but Tilly came running down the stairs with her tooth in her hand. I tried to look excited but my only thought was that I only had a £5 note! Bang - there goes my night out! I managed to smile and look excited at the tooth in her hand. I know £5 is a lot of money for a 5 year old but it was all I had and I explained to her that you always get more for the first tooth and you get less for the second tooth. The last thing I need is for her to expect a fiver Every time she loses her tooth. She quickly rang her older sisters and told them about her tooth. She had a look of pride in her face that made me smile.
Tilly actually asked to go to bed by 8pm which is totally out of character for her and she insisted I went to bed too because otherwise the tooth fairy wouldn't come. I told her I would be up after my programme but I knew she would be asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
By the time I went up to bed at 2am, I knew she would be deeply asleep, so I crept up to the bedroom with the fiver clutched in my hand. Slid my hand under her pillow, reaching for her loose tooth and this little voice said "Mummy I know it's you". What an epic fail! I mumbled something along the lines of checking the tooth was still there, whilst leaving the money under there - praying she didn't feel for herself.
So I am a little bit out of practice, it's been about 12 years since I had to be a tooth fairy and I must admit I failed a bit Saturday night. I lay in bed hoping she would forget that I had been rummaging under her pillow. I worried needlessly because she jumped out of bed on sunday morning and woke me up at some God awful hour to tell me the tooth fairy had been, I mumbled something along the lines of well done and went back to sleep. Maybe I wasn't such a tooth fairy failure after all!