This morning, my friend and mother of 4 (yes, 4) small children, mentioned that the tooth fairy had forgotten to visit her oldest daughter last night. Heartbreaking, sure. But at my house, a common occurrence. I've decided the tooth fairy must have Alzheimer's.
I don't know how parents of yesteryear, you know, that time before cell phones and reminders, were able to manage all of the things in their head and still remember to sneak into the kid's bedrooms at night and slip a quarter under their pillows. These days there are spy cams to contend with, alarms for the door to purportedly keep your snoopy little sister out of the room, but that will instead have your parents jumping about a foot in the air. And that's only if we can remember to do it. If my phone runs out of battery, I may never get the reminder. Worse, if I fall asleep, I likely won't hear it. And we all know the kids always wake up before we do, so I can't even try to sneak it under there in the morning.
So my suggestion was to have the tooth fairy leave a little note tonight: "Ran out of fairy dust, got delayed." Because who hasn't had that problem before. We're all busy, even the tooth fairy. There are more and more kids out there (and in here), and she's juggling a lot on that iPhone of hers. And let's face it, that poor fairy must be ancient by now. So even if she hasn't been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, it's a lot for that little old fairy to remember.
