Teeth, Magic and Money

Magic, as in magical experiences, not David Copperfield. More specifically, the magic I just experienced.

My oldest son just lost one of his front teeth, leaving a ginormous hole in his mouth. Super cute. Super boy-like. Super looks-like-a-mini-NHL-er.
However, he lost the tooth yesterday quite late at night. And...the tooth fairy didn't have any money on her person. (ahem, bad tooth fairy! You should always have a tooth reserve available in times of emergency! I know, I know. Dropped the ball on that one...)
Anyways, he was all bummed out that the tooth fairy didn't visit him. As it happened he had slept with me the night the tooth came out - so...BAM! - great excuse!

"Oh honey, don't worry. She will come tonight for sure."
(because she went to the ATM and got a timmies to break a $20)

"How do you know? You don't know! You don't know FOR SURE!" (6 year old boy voice reaching hysterics)

"She didn't come last night because you were sleeping with me and the tooth fairy never comes if a parent is around. She would have totally woke me up and her cover would have been blown. Trust me, I know."

At this point I got a kind of sideways glance with a furrowed brow - the look that says - "Whatever!" without actually saying it.

So what is with the magic? What is so magical?

I realised as I snuck into his room tonight - (and discovered his damn tooth was firmly planted underneath his pillow and I had to actually lift his head up to get it and he woke up for a second and I had to murmur some excuse about checking his sheets for something...but I digress...)

I realised as I was crouched down at the foot of his bed tonight, fishing out a tooth from his tooth tin in his tooth pillow and replacing the tooth with a fiver and a loonie ($6.00 for a tooth?!?! Seriously?! Yes folks...$6.00 for one tooth. Three kids + 20 teeth each = a helluva lot of money! But I digress...)

I realised that as I was doing my tooth fairy duties, the whole notion of the tooth fairy is such a wonderfully magical thing for children. As I replaced the tooth tin, in the tooth pillow, loaded with loot, I stood and gazed at my little man. His mouth was slightly open showing the window that now takes center stage on his head, and he was smiling. He was smiling while he slept. That in itself is magic. The whole tooth fairy idea made me smile because I know it makes him smile.

I cannot wait until I hear his footsteps running down the hallway tomorrow morning, running to my door and he bursts through yelling -

"I made a killing mom!"

But I digress...