My daughter, Ruby, is seven years old. She lost a tooth yesterday and before bed last night she asked me:
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said.
“When I lose a tooth and put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy, is it really you and mommy who come at night and give me money?”
I knew this day would come eventually, but it’s still a shock every time I’m jolted back to the reality that my kid isn’t a baby anymore. She’s a person and her little mind & soul is on its own personal exploration of life, the universe, and everything.
I answered her with the truth. I explained that when I was a kid the tooth fairy brought me money. When my mom was a kid the tooth fairy brought her money. It’s always been that way. But when kids start to get a little older parents let their kids know the secret: the “Tooth Fairy” is really a game we all play because it’s fun, but yes, you’re right, it really is the parents who put the money under the pillow. I think she was really surprised, but she took it well. She still put her tooth under her pillow before bed.
But then I blew it and I forgot to put money under her pillow before I went to bed.
This morning this sticky note was on the fireplace:
I don’t know what this has to do with tabletop-sports, I just thought you guys might like this story. I’ve been smiling about it all morning.