Olivia, made the mistake of losing a tooth over the Thanksgiving break and found herself without a visit from the Tooth Fairy. Two nights in a row.
She was more than a little irritated.
I told her the Tooth Fairy was probably on vacation. Perhaps she'd eaten too much pumpkin praline pie right before bed and couldn't tear herself away from her cozy, cozy pillow until at least nine each morning.
Total stab in the dark.
She didn't buy it. Not one little bit.
Last night, I found this note on my pillow...my cozy, cozy pillow.
I'M PROBABLY ASLEEP RIGHT NOW BUT IF I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU ALREADY; (She didn't use the colon, I added that. I don't even know if i used it correctly.) IF THE TOOTH FAIRY DOESN'T COME TONIGHT, I WON'T BELIEVE IN HER ANYMORE.
Is that a threat? Uh, yeah, ahem, the Tooth Fairy got off her duff and made an appearance last night with a cool crisp dollar and has cemented Olivia's belief in the little twinkling lady once again. At least for a little while.
And I think she's gotten, burp, rid of all the pumpkin praline pie.