The Tooth Fairy Needs an Alarm Clock

Sophie lost her first tooth yesterday. She was SO proud, wiggling it for weeks until it finally popped out while she was eating an apple. We made a big production of putting it under her pillow, talking about the Tooth Fairy, the whole magical experience.

The Tooth Fairy Needs an Alarm Clock

Fast forward to 5 AM when I wake up in a cold sweat remembering we forgot to do the tooth exchange. Marcus and I are frantically whispering in the hallway - do we sneak in now? Do we pretend the Tooth Fairy comes in the morning? Do we blame traffic? Sophie comes wandering out asking why we’re being so weird, and I’m standing there in yesterday’s workout clothes trying to explain that the Tooth Fairy had a ‘scheduling conflict’ but she’ll definitely be back tonight. Sophie just shrugged and said ‘okay’ like six-year-olds do, but I’m pretty sure we failed our first official parenting milestone. The Tooth Fairy is getting an alarm clock and a better system. Marcus suggested we set phone reminders. I suggested we get our act together. We’re still working on it.