Last night, my daughter who is to be 9 next Friday, lost a tooth. A molar.
She was happy. Dancing a jig, she kept singing "I'm gonna be riiiiich, I'm gonna be riiiiich!"
Clearly, the Tooth Fairy is expected to pay a visit. Unfortunately, the Tooth Fairy, dire as she wants that tooth (to make fairy dust so fairies can fly and do magic), has been tardy in arriving. So too were her offerings. The Tooth Fairy is officially broke.
She made it though, in the end. A regular smorgasbord of coins were slipped under the pillow. (Parents really should keep more cash at home for her to barter with).
Grand total = £10.
She was happy. Dancing a jig, she kept singing "I'm gonna be riiiiich, I'm gonna be riiiiich!"
Clearly, the Tooth Fairy is expected to pay a visit. Unfortunately, the Tooth Fairy, dire as she wants that tooth (to make fairy dust so fairies can fly and do magic), has been tardy in arriving. So too were her offerings. The Tooth Fairy is officially broke.
She made it though, in the end. A regular smorgasbord of coins were slipped under the pillow. (Parents really should keep more cash at home for her to barter with).
Grand total = £10.
With a birthday on Friday of next week, I am the parent of a potential kiddie millionaire (in their terms).
You can sign her guestbook here.
You can sign her guestbook here.
