|She can't handle the truth! (image)|
Of course, the intensity of Miss M makes myth maintenance hard work. This past Christmas there were many, many questions about the life of Mrs Claus. What was her first name? Did she have kids with Mr Claus? What did she do all day? Did she work? Had she ever worked? Was she born on the North Pole? How long had she been married to Mr Claus? What did she do on Christmas eve? And on and on and on....
This past year Miss M has entered the tooth losing phase of her life. How did my baby get so big? Exciting times! On the other hand, ugh, the myth of the tooth fairy? So, so, not a fan. I am being a good mum and keeping the mystery alive, but once again am not enjoying it much and have become quite hopeless at it.
Take the shenanigans surrounding the loss of her latest tooth. She faithfully put it under her pillow and I completely and totally forgot about it. The evening the tooth fairy was meant to visit D came down with a stomach bug & I was dealing with vomit the entire night. I saved the day by letting Miss M know the tooth fairy had skipped our house as she knew D was sick & couldn't risk passing on the bug to other kids.
What was my excuse for forgetting again the next night? Look, I had nothing.Thankfully while Miss M's back was turned I slipped $10 under her music box and we laughed about how silly the tooth fairy is getting in her old age. Didn't she know the difference between a pillow and a music box?
Why $10 you ask? Is that the going rate these days? Thankfully it is not, however when you keep forgetting to play the tooth fairy for your kid & have all of 5 seconds to keep the myth alive you'll grab whatever you can from your wallet without arousing suspicion.
Now we have Easter coming up. I have to do the Easter Bunny? Seriously? What is his deal anyway? I am going to have to come up with a back story in any event as Miss M is going to want to know enough to write his biography in a few weeks.