Maybe The Tooth Fairy Is Home Sick With The Flu, Too

My life is all about BARF this week.

 

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 blissfully barf-free.

 

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 day.

 

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.

Comments

[Mantel Man]

Sorry your gurls had the hurls. Uncle Mantel Man is much stronger: I just took a dose of Nyquil with nary a retch. I can go for months without having to change my sheets!