Evidently, Fiddledaddy does read my blog. I know this because I received the following e-mail from him after he read my rendition of Cailey’s latest tooth extraction.
Mind you, his office is maybe 30 feet from the kitchen (where I’m usually trapped) but he felt it necessary to have his version of the events recorded.
Subject: correction to your post please
“I did not hold her down. That sounds barbaric. I coaxed her into my arms for a nice, long, sit down hug, gently petting her hair, whilst slowly encasing her legs in a scissors hold. I then gently enclosed her two hands in my one, and within seconds extracted the sideways incisor.”
I’m sure that clears things up.
As you know, Cailey asked me to relay to the Toothfairy a message that she wished to hang on to her extracted tooth for show and tell. I complied.
The next day the baggied tooth was dutifully carried about and shown off to anyone who stopped long enough to carry on a conversation with Cailey.
And then I forgot completely about it.
Evidently, so did the Toothfairy. Because the morning after that day, Cailey drug herself into the kitchen, carrying her tooth in the baggy, and angrily announced that the Toothfairy had forgotten all about her.
I told her that the Toothfairy was probably confused because of the day delay, and that she should really extend her a little grace. What with her heavy workload and all.
She sighed heavily. “Fine.”
The next night I sneaked into her room and discovered the baggy tucked into her bed railing, thusly avoiding the precarious climb up to the top bunk.
I left her a baggy with a crisp dollar bill. I considered adding a little interest but changed my mind. And pocketed the quarter.
Thereby tipping the Toothfairy.
Because she’s worth it.