The Tooth Fairy

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.

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I'm a single Black professional woman living in the DC area. I adopted tween a few years ago, and this blog chronicles our journey. Feel free to contact me at adoptiveblackmom@gmail.com, on Facebook at Adoptive Black Mom, and on Twitter @adoptiveblkmom. ©www.AdoptiveBlackMom.com, 2013-2017. All rights reserved. (Don't copy my ish without credit!) View all posts by AdoptiveBlackMom

2 responses to “The Tooth Fairy

  • My Perfect Breakdown

    Tylenol 3 in my part of the world is full of caffeine, so if she’s anything like me she will get to stay awake for the duration of the drugs.
    Also, I love that you are creating some special memories for her! And, I hope she heals up quickly.

    • AdoptiveBlackMom

      The US version doesn’t have any caffeine. I was waiting for that codeine to knock her out. It slowed her down, but didn’t knock her out. I swear she was fighting sleep. I however slept for like 2.5 hours.

      She’s already doing much better, thanks! 🙂

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