So it's past 11 pm right now, as I'm up flittering around as a good tooth fairy should. Since my son is 6 now, I'm getting a lot of tooth fairy practice in lately.
This little tooth fairy folds her one dollar bill up really, really tiny. You know, because everything in tooth fairy land is super small.
A good little tooth fairy knows when the tooth is being placed under a pillow. That is, as long as the tooth-loser tells her. (While tucking in my little guy tonight, he informed me that he put his tooth under his pillow LAST night, but without success. Thanks for letting me know that the tooth fairy is sort of a slacker, little dude. My LAME first thought was to reply, "Well maybe tooth fairies have meetings on Wednesday nights." Isn't that the dumbest, most grown-up answer??!! Nice and imaginative, Les. The problem is that he sometimes likes to hold onto his lost teeth for a couple days before trading them in for some cash. But this one just came out yesterday! I can't keep up with his whims.)
This little tooth fairy also takes photos using a flash in her
And last but not least, this little tooth fairy has a confession: I just can't save those strange, gross baby teeth.
I've tried before. Honestly. But after a few months of looking at it, I get weirded out. The dried blood, the fact that it's a piece of bone detached from a body...I'm sorry, but my dad kept ours in a small glass vial, and pulled the vial out one day to proudly show us once we grew up. That image in my head of a vial full of twenty year old baby teeth is not going away anytime soon. Aren't you even a little bummed out about the top photo?
I'm like super sentimental and all. But too bad, so sad. Baby teeth go in the trash.
So tell me. Do you keep 'em (or plan to)? Am I crazy for throwing away the symbols of such precious little milestones??