Mim came to me one day when she was about 8 years old and told me quite firmly that she knew the Tooth Fairy wasn’t real. I asked her why she was so sure. She said Junior told her. After a stink eye toward Junior, I said to Mim, “Thank God! Your father can stop wearing that silly Tooth Fairy outfit.” Yes. I actually did say that. It was one of those flashes of brilliance that surprises me more than the person I said it to.
And that was that. No more frantic searches for a quarter at 11:00 at night. No more sad little girl because the Tooth Fairy didn’t come for her tooth the night before because someone (Kukah!) forgot to make the switch like he promised to do.
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