Showing posts with label Tooth Fairy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tooth Fairy. Show all posts

Sunday, March 5, 2023

When the Tooth Fairy Flees

It's creepy when you think about it. The fact that we put our children's teeth under their pillow, and then overnight as they sleep, the Tooth Fairy leaves them a small reward, usually monetary, replacing their teeth. This as a reward for eventually getting their big kid teeth. 

Based on some quick research, cultural traditions like the Tooth Fairy have evolved over the years. In the 13th century, there was a Norse and Northern European tradition of tand-fé or tooth fee, which was paid when a child lost their first tooth. In the Norse culture, children's teeth and other articles belonging to children were said to bring good luck in battle, and Scandinavian warriors hung children's teeth on a string around their necks.

Creepy. And most historians believe that the tradition of ‘trading’ baby teeth for money or treats could link back to an 18th-century story in France, La Bonne Petite Souris (The Little Mouse).

Also of levity note, our kids used to watch a funny cartoon called Teen Titans (based on the DC comics Teen Titans), and there was a villainess character on it called the Tooth Fairy. Literally the Tooth Fairy with an creepy voice who would steal people's teeth and eat them for food. Both gross and super creepy.

Today, it's rite of passage ritual that remains for kids heading toward adulthood. I remember getting a quarter for each tooth I put under my pillow, and today our kids have gotten and get $1-$2 per tooth. What a creepy racket. Our oldest Beatrice is all done with losing teeth and having braces now (besides maybe wisdom teeth someday), but Bryce was later to the party to lose her molars. Developmentally she's still in the window of losing teeth, just later than Beatrice did. Multiple teeth in the past few months have come out and she's got a little dough in her hands. 

Kids are proud when they loose their teeth. "Look Mom and Dad" they tell us when one comes out, holding it up proudly as if they found a gold nugget. Which in a sense it is for them. Because Bryce is a little older than Bea was when she lost her remaining teeth, it's harder to pull off the Tooth Fairy. We know that they know that we're the Tooth Fairy, but like many other myths we teach our children, they want to hold onto childhood as long as possible. We don't blame them; I know I still hold onto mine. 

But it is harder to pull off the Tooth Fairy because both our kids are staying up later. Slipping the cash under the pillow unseen is a tough gig, one that Mom can still nimbly do. Until she forgets (and I'm no help). The latest Bryce tooth remained unpaid under the pillow the next morning, but Bryce didn't say anything until after school the next day.

"Mom, the Tooth Fairy didn't come," Bryce said. 

"Oh, we'll have to try again," Mom said.

"My friends told me we should just leave it on the kitchen table and try that," Bryce said.

"Good idea."

So that's what we did, we left her tooth on the table this time, no matter how much creepier that was than leaving it under her pillow. And presto -- two bucks were left on the table for Bryce the next morning. She was happy and we were happy. 

As adults, we do what we can to keep our grown-up teeth, because there's no payout for losing them later in life. There's only lots of dental work and ultimately false teeth or implants that'll cost us big time. No help from the Tooth Fairy here. That's all we get. 

In the meantime, we thought about buying Bryce out for the rest of her baby teeth, but then that's when the Tooth Fairy flees. Instead, we'll give her a few more payouts until that time, to keep the magic alive a little bit longer.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

A Little Tooth Fairy Lidocaine Love

“Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense…”

—Roger Waters, Perfect Sense II

It had been hanging there for weeks. It wiggled, it jiggled, it bent, but it wouldn't budge. Only a few millimeters of gum tissue held it in place. We coaxed her every night to pull it out, but she wasn't biting. Even Bryce kept urging her big sister to pull it out so she could share the Tooth Fairy booty.

This last week it was in, Beatrice allowed the Mama to try and extract it with floss, and while it moved and bled, the front tooth did not come out. And then the morning I was away on a work trip, the tooth did come out while Bea drank her milk. She beamed proudly with her toothless smile during our FaceTime call together.

The next morning after I had come home, the girls were buzzing over the previous night's Fairy visit.

"Beatrice, where's your tooth?" I asked.

"I left it for the tooth fairy."

"What did you get?"

"I got a bag with two gold coins."

"Where are they?"

"One's in my bed and one's in Bryce's bed."

"Yes Daddy -- I got one, too!" exclaimed Bryce.

"Of course. Bryce, you'll loose some teeth soon enough, you know."

Bryce thought about that for a moment, then added, "Well, when I loose my teeth, I'm going to wait until I have three so I can get a big bag of gold coins."

Of course. When you run the numbers, even at one dollar per tooth, that's twenty dollars after all the baby teeth fall from grace, which isn't too shabby for a seven-year-old. We can make that go a long way at CVS.

However, I'm not even sure why we continue to perpetuate the Tooth Fairy mythos, giving money to children for losing body parts. There is pain and fear experienced and associated with losing one's baby teeth, so I get that maybe there's comfort in believing in a sweet fairy who visits in the middle of the night and gives money for the lost tooth is a reward for surviving that pain and fear. Especially if the tooth is in good shape without cavities or decay.

But still. It's a little bit of a disturbing rite of "economic value" passage, isn't it?

I'm not suggesting that we don't do it; the Mama and I received that sweet milk enamel money as well growing up and couldn't wait to put those teeth under our pillows. Although the exchange rate at that time 25 cents per tooth, not a dollar. That's a 300-percent increase in exchange rate (at least the one we honor). Not a bad return over time. And we certainly didn't get a bonus dollar for being a sibling either. Bryce certainly knows how to work the system. And we let her, of course. She just may have a bright Wall Street future.

Either way, from Wall Street to Main Street, we can all get kicked in the adulthood teeth enough worrying about how we're going to stretch a dollar into two, so no harm no foul with a little Tooth Fairy Lidocaine Love.

Right?