What are you supposed to do with kids' teeth once they come out? I know the part about trading it for a buck, but then what? You can't send them to people because that's a federal offense. No mailing human body bits. So what do you do? Make jewelry?
Yesterday Lucy lost another tooth, which is great except I only had a 5 in my wallet and I can't give her that or she'll expect the price of each tooth to raise in five dollar increments. She has 20 teeth. I can't do math but that just doesn't seem like a good scenario, financially. Unless you're her, and then it totally works.
So I took a dollar out of her piggy bank.
Don't worry, I put a bunch of quarters in the pig to make it up to her. I don't know why, but the tooth fairy shouldn't travel with quarters. They would weigh her down and it makes the whole thing less believable. Ethereal being who comes at night and gives a dollar for discarded body parts? Totally believable. Rig her up with a roll of quarters and you lose all credibility.
We're already on the cusp of losing faith in fairies. I'm generally pretty straightforward about things with the kids. I don't push the Santa thing or the Easter Bunny. But fairies? We employ them quite a bit around the house and I'm not willing to admit the truth when Lucy asks if they are make-believe. Which she did when she went to bed last night. At one point, she even identified me as the tooth fairy - completely nonchalantly. But those other fairies (insert assorted house fairies here) - they're obviously real. Lucy said so herself.
Today on the way home from school Lucy started talking about Santa Claus again. She knows that the Santas at the mall and at parties and pretty much everywhere else you look are not the real Santa. She refers to them as Santa's helpers, which I think is pretty accurate. She has come up with complex and detailed explanations regarding the Nature of Life in Regard to Santa and the Fairy Realm. Based on what she knows from books and general knowledge, she has come to her own conclusions and made all the pieces fit.
It will be so much easier for her when I finally come out and tell the truth.
And then I started wondering if there are some truths I haven't been told yet, about the Nature of Life in Regard to Time and Space. That some day, I will hear just one thing that makes all my self-invented explanations fall away and I will see things clearly as they are. I am pretty sure there is more (or less) to the story than what I've pieced together from books and general knowledge.
Or maybe I've been told and I have refused to whole-heartedly embrace the truth.