Every once in a while, I do something so inconceivably stupid I swear they'll take away my mommy card. I'm not talking about forgetting lunch money or RSVP-ing the day BEFORE the birthday party. I'm talking about lifting up my four year old daughter at the end of her second day of fullday Pre-K to discover that I'd sent her school in a dress with out any underwear. Or the time in an effort to coax Hazel home, I offered up the I'll race you carrot only to trip and fall while holding the newborn Lula in my arms. And then there was yesterday morning, where the first words out of Hazel's mouth were, "Mommy, the tooth fairy didn't take my tooth."
Whoa! Talk about falling down on the job. I honestly forgot all about it. After a rush of emotions (ignorance, incompetence, guilt) I opted for the creative shuffle. Quickly I scrawled out a fancy note, attached a few dollars and stuck it under the still sleeping Lula's pillow. My rational, if actual adults can't tell my kids apart? How in the world in the dark of night is a four inch fairy supposed to know the difference? The littlest bit later, a wide eyed Lula came running to her sister, note in hand. I heard Hazel sound out the words and they both shared a laugh. And then they ran to Mom to report the whole tale. And I sighed to myself, secure in the fact that I could keep my mommy card for at least one more day.
The note read:
Where is your tooth? I looked everywhere. It's been very busy. Please leave the tooth tonight. xoxo Tooth Fairy.