The Tooth Fairy and the Night Shift


kids lose teethThe boys are getting ready for bed, washing faces, putting on pajamas, and brushing one less tooth than there was a night ago. I am waiting for it all to pass.

Zane, the youngest, has had a loose tooth for an incredibly long time, months in fact, and one would think that so much notice would have left me better prepared, financially speaking, for the things that I must do.

There is a plastic bottle in the corner of the closet filled with change, where filled means a few coins and change means the more it stays the same. It will be upside down soon, one more bottle I have emptied, and one more pound of plated copper to be buried in the small hours beneath the growing dreams of real big things. There will be a pillow involved and some clever footwork if I do say so myself.

The hours between now and then will be filled with the writing of the traditional note, perhaps tied with a bit of ribbon, and catching up on a neglected DVR. Each of us deals with anticipation in our own way.

I suppose that I could spend this time counting feathers and waxing wings, flossing incisors, and petting canines—the standard upkeep and tricks of the trade. Either way I’ll probably need a glass of bourbon and a cover story, one of which I have in the cupboard, the other I will spill as needed.

The boys are in bed now, a minute older and a story wiser. The tooth is waiting, and it is ready. It is time to tiptoe, twist, and put my money down. The morning promises a new spin on a favorite smile, and it will be worth every single cent.



Whit HoneaRead more from Whit Honea at his site Honea Express and the popular group blog DadCentric. You can follow Whit on the Twitter or Pinterest (his opinions are his own and do not reflect those of Babble or most rational people).

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