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Oct292008
The Art of Lying to your Children
October 29, 2008
Long time no post. Turns out Chinua and Renee's "rice fever" was actually a slammer and blaster of a cold, which had me in bed whining for a day and a half. Sinuses, vertigo, sore throat. It's moved into my chest now, so I'm doing a lot better.
My Superstar Husband was at the helm, with the aid of none other than Grilled Cheese.
Also, Fruit Face Guy.
But the big news is this:
The other day Kid A lost his first tooth.
It was also my first brush with the tooth fairy.
We were in a restaurant when the tooth itself came out. Kid A waved his little bottom tooth around the table and we all congratulated him. Then Solo started crying very VERY loudly, and I made a quick exit. I think he hates that restaurant. We've been there three times since he was born for cheap dosas, and he always freaks out.
Anyways, another post on baby freak outs in India on another day.
The day before, we had started talking about what you do with your tooth once it falls out.
"You put it under your pillow, and then the tooth fairy comes and takes it and gives you money for it!" I told him.
"Is the tooth fairy real?" Kid A asked, cutting as usual to the heart of the matter.
"I've heard that she is," I said.
He rolled his eyes and cocked his head to one side. "Please don't listen to what you hear on videos, Mama," he said. "Did you hear that on a video?"
"Noooooo... but I've just heard that you will get money if you put your tooth under your pillow."
Kid A spent his time after that running back and forth between Cate and Renee's house and our house. Cate had some wisdom for him.
"Whether or not the tooth fairy is real," she said, "when you put that tooth under your pillow you will get some money."
But then she started to worry. Maybe we didn't do the whole "tooth fairy" thing. Instead of coming to talk to me about it, she sent Kid A over with this message:
"Cate says that you'll need to email the tooth fairy, to let her know that I lost a tooth," he told me confidentially.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I nodded. "Yep. She's right. Because we're not in California anymore."
And then the tooth came out.
Kid A ran around the house with his precious tooth, almost losing it every five minutes, until Chinua convinced him to stash it in a Turkish Precious Box that we have. (That's not its real name, but it's the name I'm giving it for the sake of this post.)
When the time came, at night, the kids were wondering whether the Tooth Fairy was a boy or a girl.
"Maybe you could email her and ask her," YaYa suggested.
Suddenly the Tooth Fairy and I had a regular email correspondence, which came in handy when Kid A popped open the Turkish Precious Box and found that it was empty! Oh no!
"It's okay," I said, when tears started to form. I'll just email her and let her know what happened. It's her job! She'll know what to do."
And I was right. There was a five rupee coin under Kid A's pillow the next morning. And, as he told me, she was so strong that he felt her lifting his WHOLE BED from under him when she went to put the money there.
You can imagine my shock and awe.
My Superstar Husband was at the helm, with the aid of none other than Grilled Cheese.
Also, Fruit Face Guy.
But the big news is this:
The other day Kid A lost his first tooth.
It was also my first brush with the tooth fairy.
We were in a restaurant when the tooth itself came out. Kid A waved his little bottom tooth around the table and we all congratulated him. Then Solo started crying very VERY loudly, and I made a quick exit. I think he hates that restaurant. We've been there three times since he was born for cheap dosas, and he always freaks out.
Anyways, another post on baby freak outs in India on another day.
The day before, we had started talking about what you do with your tooth once it falls out.
"You put it under your pillow, and then the tooth fairy comes and takes it and gives you money for it!" I told him.
"Is the tooth fairy real?" Kid A asked, cutting as usual to the heart of the matter.
"I've heard that she is," I said.
He rolled his eyes and cocked his head to one side. "Please don't listen to what you hear on videos, Mama," he said. "Did you hear that on a video?"
"Noooooo... but I've just heard that you will get money if you put your tooth under your pillow."
Kid A spent his time after that running back and forth between Cate and Renee's house and our house. Cate had some wisdom for him.
"Whether or not the tooth fairy is real," she said, "when you put that tooth under your pillow you will get some money."
But then she started to worry. Maybe we didn't do the whole "tooth fairy" thing. Instead of coming to talk to me about it, she sent Kid A over with this message:
"Cate says that you'll need to email the tooth fairy, to let her know that I lost a tooth," he told me confidentially.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I nodded. "Yep. She's right. Because we're not in California anymore."
And then the tooth came out.
Kid A ran around the house with his precious tooth, almost losing it every five minutes, until Chinua convinced him to stash it in a Turkish Precious Box that we have. (That's not its real name, but it's the name I'm giving it for the sake of this post.)
When the time came, at night, the kids were wondering whether the Tooth Fairy was a boy or a girl.
"Maybe you could email her and ask her," YaYa suggested.
Suddenly the Tooth Fairy and I had a regular email correspondence, which came in handy when Kid A popped open the Turkish Precious Box and found that it was empty! Oh no!
"It's okay," I said, when tears started to form. I'll just email her and let her know what happened. It's her job! She'll know what to do."
And I was right. There was a five rupee coin under Kid A's pillow the next morning. And, as he told me, she was so strong that he felt her lifting his WHOLE BED from under him when she went to put the money there.
You can imagine my shock and awe.
Reader Comments (15)
Mercy, things get complicated, don't they? I don't mean to be self-promotionary (is that a word?) but I struggled with the idea of how to tell my daughter about Santa (she's too young for the tooth fairy) last Christmas. http://jenniferslanguishing.blogspot.com/2007/12/light-at-end-of-tunnel-santa.html
It's one of those ten million things I hadn't really considered before she was born.
I'm glad to know the tooth fairy found her way to India.
Oh, so relieved for Kid A that the TF is international! Sweet Son #1 lost (literally) one of his teeth and was so worried that the TF might not leave money w/o a tooth that he WROTE HER A NOTE. I can remember as a kid, being concerned that the TF had really long fingernails and might scratch me when she exchanged tooth and money.
This made me think of when I was a little girl and I was SO SURE that I had heard the Easter Bunny hopping around our house :)
Whew! You sure got out of that one okay! Quick thinking kiddo. First tooth out - he's growing fast.
Sorry you were sick, so was I and then I had to go to Toronto with a cold. Hope you feel better, I know that I am finally. Must have caught it over Skype do you think?
Hugs & kisses
Just hope your kids don't start leaving multiple choice questions for the tooth fairy! Mine do--it makes it all the more stressful at exchange time!
congrats on first tooth out.
Kid A is so cute and all smiles with that missing tooth. Adorable.
I actually heard kid a's voice when he said, “Please don’t listen to what you hear on videos, Mama,”. So Kid A, isn't it? I love this post. I think I will come back tomorrow just to smile. Congratulations are due to Kid A, as well. A milestone is reached. Should we celebrate or cry?
We haven't encountered the Tooth Fairy yet, but I may be asking you for her email address in the near future....
My children's tooth fairy left them teeny-tiny notes under their pillows after she took their teeth. Her name was Dentina, and she would write little stories about games she used to play with her baby brother Denton. Sometimes, she'd also write about her parents - Fluora and Brace.
My kids are now teenagers, but I still think that deep deep down that kind of still wonder if those stories were...maybe...just a teeny little bit real.
I'm a tooth-fairy believer myself.
Thankfully we don't have the tooth fairy to deal with. We just bury the tooth and give thanks to God. I had to tell my eldest *about* the tooth fairy thing because of it's all pervasiveness in our society, and then told him, no it's not real, it's just a tradition, like Santa. So now he tells all the kids NO IT's NOT REAL, YOUR MUM'S LYING. Great. Shoot me. I've just ruined the neighbourhood's Christmas and tooth fairy beliefs...
And the whole bed shook, huh? I love that, this, him, how they feed of the energy and creativity you bring. Lovely!
My kid's belief in all things fantastical died out the year he started public school. It's heart-breaking that he will not humor us, or his little brother anymore.
Hearing this story made me long for tooth fairy days.
oh my lord. that is adorable.
You realise that he will want to leave it under his pillow for real when he finds it? Thusly getting more money ;)
Interesting site - thanks for the info.