The Tooth Fairy is late again.
Not in a menstrual sense.
Although …maybe …
No, in the sense that the self-extracted tooth was placed ever so gently in a (good, not to be used for teeth) glass filled with (far too much ) water, awaiting the arrival of the Tooth Fairy and for the replacement of the tooth with a single, gold coin some two nights ago.
Grumblings were had by boy-child, who then attempted to have his say about what the Tooth Fairy should be leaving in place of a tooth.
“I’d really like a Skylander,” he said, telling me the name of said Skylander, knowing I have said Skylander sitting on my desk awaiting his exceptional behaviour and whose name went entirely in of my ears and out the other.
“Tooth Fairies only do one dollar,” I replied.
“No,” he says. “I read a book where this kid got an emu egg from the Tooth Fairy.”
“Well, maybe I … um, the Tooth Fairy doesn’t have an emu egg. Besides, what would you do with an emu egg anyway?” I ask.
Clearly, by this stage, I was doing my best to divert the conversation.
I was failing miserably and the ache in my head that I woke up with (at 3.00a.m.) was increasing considerably.
The conversation went off on some incomprehensible tangent, and all I could think was “Please stop writing stories and telling your kids random shit about Tooth Fairies – you’re making it very, very difficult for the rest of us!”
I hadn’t time to worry too much about it, as I had seventeen things to do on my list before heading out the door to partake in Responsible Adult Supervision of a bunch of year 7 students on an excursion into the City.
Obviously two things had occurred; firstly, I must have experienced a lapse in memory to have volunteered for such a role and secondly, they were short on Responsible Adults to ask … so they asked me.
It was cold, wet, windy, rainy, stormy, and, at one point, for about 2.7 minutes, sunny and hot.
We spent the entire day, wondering around supposedly increasing our knowledge and understanding of Melbourne’s history.
Much of it was spent trying not to get too wet, and looking for food, eating food, just finishing eating food and wanting to find more food.
Am lamenting my decision to allow Monkey Boy to have a Birthday Party With Friends this year, given what these lot can eat …
Arrive home, remember some random, brain hurty conversation about the Tooth Fairy and somehow manage to sort something out. Something that did not require the inclusion of a Skylander whose name I cannot recall, and definitely not an emu egg.
I’m not sure how, but I did it.