Maybe The Tooth Fairy Is Home Sick With The Flu, Too
My life is all about BARF this
Saturday night Smedley started hurling, but it
was mostly over within 12 hours. Then last night (Tuesday) Sparky brought
everything up, at least three times, maybe more. Sparky went through three sets
of jammies and two sets of sheets, but -- lucky me! -- her Mankie and Poohbear
and Joshua, World's Ugliest Gender-Indeterminant Doll were all
And the Tooth Fairy forgot to show up for
Smedley! The second tooth in about a week simply fell out of Smedley's mouth
onto the floor at bedtime; no blood, no pain, no tears, no drama, no kidding. The Tooth
Fairy was so well prepared last week for the first tooth that she even had time
and energy and foresight to leave a little note with a toy, as well as a little
toy for Sparky under her pillow. (The note explained that sometimes
the good fairy likes to treat the siblings when a very first tooth is lost.) I
can't entirely blame the T.F., however -- she had stashed a little book in my
closet for the next Tooth Emergency, but some nosy girls found it the other
Smedley forgot to check under her pillow, so
somebody up there must like the Tooth Fairy; a phone call to Chas placed just in
time has ensured that now Smedley's teeth have a value of two bucks (hastily
shoved under the pillow before she gets home from school). Bad Tooth Fairy.
Bad Mommy. Good Daddy.
I hope we're done with teeth -- and barf -- for
a while, but I'm not counting on it.