Tooth Fairy….Mission Impossible II

fairy-house-1587368_1920So….the best laid plans and all that….

Having developed what we thought was a pretty foolproof plan for dealing with Tooth Fairy visits, it just goes to show, there is no such thing as a foolproof plan when it comes to kids…..

A little while ago, I shared our regime for welcoming the Tooth Fairy (Tooth Fairy….Mission Impossible???), which, having been tried and tested across the three monsters over the last three years, was refined to the point of perfection. Complacency is never an option, so as part of the bedtime routine, I checked and double checked that the envelope containing the offending tooth was by the SIDE of the bed and NOT under the pillow. It was therefore easily accessible for ‘the swithch’ when it came to the late night tuck-in.

So, where did it go so wrong? SOMEBODY MOVED THE BLOODY ENVELOPE…. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Ali (who is currently 4,000 miles away and cannot, as far as I am aware, teleport – she wouldn’t be that mean anyway….) and it wasn’t the Tooth Fairy. Cold sweats, silent swearing and a lot of ninja crawling around the bed and bedside table and the damned thing would just not reveal itself. Resigned to failure and preparing the necessary script for the following morning I retired for the night.

Next morning, I went to wake C, fully expecting the Spanish Inquisition as to why the Tooth Fairy hadn’t done their duty. Thankfully he wasn’t awake so I took another look around and still couldn’t find it. It was only after opening the shutters that I spotted the envelope, on the other side of the room. Now, as I’ve explained previously, Ethan Hunt I am not, so there was no way I was going to be able to make the switch before C woke up – the shutters opening is usually enough – he’ll never be a vampire!

As is usual for our morning routine, I encouraged C out of bed and into the bathroom for his morning face wash and other stuff, dashed back to our bedroom to retrieve the envelope with the booty and made the switch…..PHEW!!!

Now what I should have done, when C came down to breakfast and noted that when he got up and felt the envelope the tooth was still there and when he checked it shortly afterwards there was a pound in there, was to ask how the envelope ended up on the other side of the room when we had both placed it on the bedside table. However, I was so damned relieved that I’d got away with it (again!), that I managed to dodge his question and we watched the ducks in the garden.

Lesson learnt, there is no such thing as a perfect plan, but always make sure that there’s a really good excuse for when it all goes bad!

If anyone has any better ideas or Tooth Fairy near misses, I’d love to hear them!

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