The Jig is UpGoon Squad Sarah
The jig is up. The news is out. I told my kids that I was the Tooth Fairy.
During the Super Bowl.
It all started when my son lost a front tooth, which is a story unto itself because it was only loose for about 10 minutes and he just cranked on it until it came out of his head. Gross! But my son lost a tooth during the first quarter of the Super Bowl.
Even though we were willing to let the kids stay up late, by the middle of the second quarter my son was ready for bed.
I very strongly suspect this was largely due to the anticipation of getting paid.
So I was tucking him in, trying to find that fine line during the Super Bowl where I miss neither any of the game or any commercials without pausing (you can no longer pause football games unless you want Twitter to ruin it for you and you can’t catch up during the Super Bowl or you will miss the commercials) when he says “Is the Tooth Fairy real?”
I did my usual “What do you think?” and “Do you really want to know?”
This is when they usually concede that they think the Tooth Fairy is real and that they don’t want to know.
This time he said “No. Wait, yes. I want to know.” I asked him if he was sure. He said “Yes. Is the Tooth Fairy real?”
My twins are almost eight years old. I knew this day was coming. I did not know it was all going to go down during the Super Bowl. In hindsight I honestly believe if the Bucs had been playing I would have lied, lied, lied just so I could go back to the game even though I was looking forward to them knowing so I could stop worrying about getting caught in a web of my own deceit.
I have always hated lying to them about this stuff. It seemed ridiculous. I get Santa and the Tooth Fairy and even the Easter Bunny, I suppose, but when society tried to force me into lying to my kids about some Leprechaun myth I wasn’t even familiar with I got belligerent about it. When I told my son (who was crying because he needed a Leprechaun trap for his room so it wouldn’t come in and wreck up the place and get him in trouble with me) that Leprechauns weren’t real and his teacher messed up the classroom and probably put green food coloring in the toilet (don’t ask) they boy cried and told me that I ruined everything.
Of course that was last year. This is second grade.
So I said, yes. I was the Tooth Fairy. And then he asked about Santa and I told him to wait so that I could get his twin sister and father so we could clear this up for the whole family.
During the Super Bowl.
I don’t know if I am properly explaining how important the Super Bowl is to me. It is very important to me. Super Bowl Sunday is my favorite holiday.
But this is about the big reveal, which really ended up with me and my husband with shit-eating grins on our faces while our children were half shocked and half already knew everything and asked questions like “So, do you actually wear the red suit on Christmas?” and “What do you do with my teeth?” and “You spend hundreds of dollars on this stuff?” and “Where do you hide the presents?” and “How do the other parents know about Ho Ho Ho?”
I think my son was more surprised than my daughter who had pretty much figured out the Tooth Fairy thing when she did an experiment. At the beginning of the school year she lost a tooth and didn’t tell us about it. She put it under her pillow and the Tooth Fairy never came. Of course they were still unclear on how we got the money under the pillow when they were at Grandma’s house. (Thanks Mom!)
The good news is that I no longer have to perpetrate a fraud. The bad news is that he kept the tooth and I was suckered into giving him a dollar anyway.