Every now and then, Hope and I get an opportunity to have an experience that we both missed along the way. In not birthing a child or adopting an infant or even a toddler, I missed the opportunity to play the Tooth Fairy. For any number of reasons, Hope missed receiving a gift from the Tooth Fairy.
Today Hope had two wisdom teeth extracted. I asked the dentist to give me the teeth. I don’t have any of Hope’s baby teeth, so…asked for these big arse, rooted teeth.
It’s moments like these that are both so much fun and bittersweet.
The idea of us getting to live out our own little Tooth Fairy is charming.
Hope asked what wisdom teeth might be worth.
This is bittersweet because we talked oh so briefly about how the Tooth Fairy had never come to visit Hope, and that made me sad. Very sad.
In spite of that sadness, Hope and I are curled up on the couch, watching Netflix while she groans in pain, while I wonder why she is still awake after taking a Tylenol #3. #iwasplanningonnappingmyself
If she ever falls asleep, I’ll print out her cell phone bill and scrawl, “Paid in Full” across it.
This Tooth Fairy doesn’t carry much cash and those were some big arse teeth.