Toothfairy Alert
Category: Love
Recently I counted 3 remaining milk teeth on my youngest child, until this morning when she victoriously said 'Look Mama, I pulled out a tooth by myself!! Now there are only 2 left, and a dwindling number of toothfairy visits to go along with that. That's a good average for a 10-year old, I believe.
As a policy, I do not lie to my children, so the convenience of white lies are counted out of our daily equation, which is not to say that I do not ever lie anymore, because I still catch myself doing a few times for cop out, so thank goodness I'm not Pinocchio.
Too bad that one day, my precocious one finally asked, increduously, 'Are toothfairies and Santa Claus for real?' This, while looking at me when the real culprit was sitting right beside me. I looked the other way, and I do not recall what my husband answered to that either, if he even said anything at all. But my wise daughter played along.
So this morning she announced the loss of another tooth and loudly declared anticipation of a toothfairy pittance, which was really her toothfairy alert. And my husband, the fairy conduit, dutifully said, Sleep early tonight and don't forget to put your tooth under your pillow, ok? My daughter, being spoiled to the ways of the big-spending toothfairy, meekly (but knowingly) replied, 'Yes, Papa!'.
Like mother, like daughter.
And that sets Papa back Php500 again.
Recently I counted 3 remaining milk teeth on my youngest child, until this morning when she victoriously said 'Look Mama, I pulled out a tooth by myself!! Now there are only 2 left, and a dwindling number of toothfairy visits to go along with that. That's a good average for a 10-year old, I believe.
As a policy, I do not lie to my children, so the convenience of white lies are counted out of our daily equation, which is not to say that I do not ever lie anymore, because I still catch myself doing a few times for cop out, so thank goodness I'm not Pinocchio.
Too bad that one day, my precocious one finally asked, increduously, 'Are toothfairies and Santa Claus for real?' This, while looking at me when the real culprit was sitting right beside me. I looked the other way, and I do not recall what my husband answered to that either, if he even said anything at all. But my wise daughter played along.
So this morning she announced the loss of another tooth and loudly declared anticipation of a toothfairy pittance, which was really her toothfairy alert. And my husband, the fairy conduit, dutifully said, Sleep early tonight and don't forget to put your tooth under your pillow, ok? My daughter, being spoiled to the ways of the big-spending toothfairy, meekly (but knowingly) replied, 'Yes, Papa!'.
Like mother, like daughter.
And that sets Papa back Php500 again.
Poppycock | 11/05/2006 |
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