So the second wobbly tooth has finally given up hanging on, given a helping hand by its new neighbor, the grown up tooth.
Reuben finds it immensely amusing that his teeth are falling out. You would, wouldn't you?
The first tooth fell out on Boxing Day. So began a long journey in trying to locate said missing tooth to no avail, but let's just say I pulled out all the stops trying to find it.
So tonight, we got ourselves ready for the Tooth Fairy's visit and Reuben giggled his way through showing him me his funny little gaps.
And it got me thinking about each family's traditions, some passed down through the generations, a special age-appropriate book from the Tooth Fairy, signed and dated by herself, the gift of a pound or dollar.
What are your own Tooth Fairy traditions and have they been passed to you or are starting a new tradition to bequeath to your children?
Mind the Gap!
2 comments:
Catherine, I was born in South Wales in the 1940s and we had a tooth fairy. The dead tooth had to be placed on the sitting room floor just under the corner of the rug and then covered with a large pinch of salt before the corner of the rug was lowered on top of it. In the morning the tooth was always gone and a sixpence coin had replaced it. The salt was to check that it was indeed the tooth fairy who got the tooth because she never left even a grain of salt behind - my dad told us that if a human stole the tooth there would always be a little residual salt left on the floor. It was always good to know that each tooth had gone to the right person (if a tooth fairy is, indeed, a person).
David! I adore that story. Thanks for sharing
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