As my husband and I drove to dinner the other day, I received a frantic call from Mister Man.
Mom! Mom! You’ll never guess what just happened, he exclaimed.
Ummmm, you just lost your tooth? I inquired innocently.
Yes! I said that I was about to lose a tooth and then I reached into my mouth and I pulled it out, and now I have a mouth full of blood, he declared proudly.
Oh, that’s wonderful, Mister Man, I replied.
Yep, and as soon as I finish dinner, I’m going to go upstairs and brush my tooth really well. It has a little bit of black on it, and I don’t want her to throw it away.
In the most recent letter, Mister Man had asked what the Tooth Fairy does with the teeth she collects. She wrote back that she uses teeth to build her castle and that she has to keep getting more teeth because she needs to rebuild the walls when the dragon comes and knocks them down. What I thought was my stroke of brilliance was adding that she was always looking for more teeth because she wanted the whitest, shiniest, cleanest teeth possible and that she threw away the dirty ones when she received better ones.
Brilliant, right? What better motivation to brush well and keep teeth clean than that, right?
Apparently not so much with my wee ones. Mister Man decided to simply clean his tooth after it was out of his mouth. Of course.
Now I’m afraid to see what havoc the most recent letter has wrought.
So what were your “brilliant” ideas that went bad?