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I was the Tooth Fairy.

Isabelle was born with a natal tooth. By the time she was a month old, she had already visited the dentist twice to have it checked. It wasn’t wiggling so we decided not to have it pulled.

Have you ever seen a newborn baby with a tooth? It’s quite a site! Truthfully, It was the bane of my existence for quite awhile (i.e., nursing, teeth brushing). However, once her other teeth came in, I forgot about the natal tooth. Well, most of the time.

Five weeks ago, Isabelle discovered one of her teeth was wiggling. Guess which one it was? HER NATAL TOOTH! I was delighted and couldn’t wait for her to lose it.! All I could think was first-in, first-out!

But it wiggled and wobbled for weeks! By yesterday afternoon, it was hanging on by a thread. It looked gross. Isabelle claimed it hurt too. Therefore, I messaged my husband on the way home from the grocery store, requesting he find some gauze and assist Isabelle with extracting her tooth.

Once we got into the house, I collapsed from exhaustion (A heat wave + third trimester of pregnancy + grocery shopping are not a great combination!) on the couch. Isabelle proceeded to go upstairs to find my husband. There was some loud talking yelling. But after about five minutes, it got quiet. Next came the footsteps down the stairs. I opened my eyes and saw Isabelle holding a tiny white tooth in her hand. I was so elated it was FINALLY out — after over five and a half years — that I began clapping my hands and singing “Siman Tov u’Mazel Tov,” which is usually reserved for occasions like weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.

I asked my husband to bring a Ziploc bag over to the couch. Next, Isabelle placed her tooth inside and sealed the bag.

“Tape this to the outside of your door. The Tooth Fairy will come tonight and bring you some money while you sleep,” I said.

Isabelle ran to her craft table to find some tape.

“Don’t you have a pillow?” Marc asked.

“No,” I replied. “I don’t want to get caught going in there in the middle of the night to retrieve the tooth and put money under her pillow.”

“C’mon!” he said.

“I’m serious. I’m not getting caught. This Tooth Fairy,” I said pointing to myself, “doesn’t go past the bedroom door.”

Marc looked less than thrilled. However, I hadn’t bought a pillow for Isabelle’s teeth so he had no choice but to go along with my new (and I think improved!) way of doing the middle-of-the-night swap.


A few hours after Isabelle fell asleep, I crafted a note from the Tooth Fairy to her. Just before midnight, I slowly peeled the plastic bag off of her door and affixed the letter from the Tooth Fairy, with the money, to her door. I placed her tooth baggie in her baby book and went to bed.

The tooth in the baggie.
Click on the image to read the Tooth Fairy’s letter.
Into the baby book goes the tooth.



In the morning, I heard “What’s that on my door?” from down the hall. Marc went to her room and read her the note. Then, they peeled it off the door and brought it in to me. I read the note to Isabelle again and asked, “Are you going to save the money or spend it?”

First she said “save,” but a minute later she declared I’m going to buy a big Hershey bar with it at Chocolate World.”

“Whatever you’d like to do. Just put the money in a safe place.”

Isabelle ran back to her room to put her money away. That’s when Marc brought up the Tooth Fairy again.

“It needs to go under her pillow next time, not on her door,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because… what happens when she goes to school and the kids are talking about the Tooth Fairy? She’ll hear that their Tooth Fairies leave their money under their pillow. It’ll be weird if her Tooth Fairy leaves her money on her door.”

“I don’t care. But if you do, then you can be the Tooth Fairy. That means you’re going to have to accept responsibility for skulking in there at night, not waking her, and doing the exchange every single time. If you can commit to doing that for the next 20 teeth (or however many she has), then go for it. Otherwise, I’m doing the door.”

“I’ll do it,” he chuckled.

“What happens if she catches you?” I asked. “You don’t have wings. And you sure don’t look like the fairy on the letter.”

“I’ll just say ‘I was coming in to see if the Tooth Fairy visited you yet,'” he replied.

I shook my head. “If you want to do it that badly, then the job is all yours.”

My husband, the Tooth Fairy. Can’t wait to see how this turns out!

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18 thoughts on “I was the Tooth Fairy.

  1. This is absolutely a job I would love to pass off! I know I should just go get a couple of rolls of $1 coins now so I’ll be ready for the teeth when the time comes. I am totally going to ruin it for them. 🙂

  2. I love the note on the door! For me it would have helped me remember to do the swap. So many times I actually forgot and I had to ask the kids to try again!!

  3. I love your solution so that you did not have to sneak in during the night. You are right to have locked your husband in to a lifetime guarantee of Tooth Fairy duty! Great slice!

  4. Oh my gosh, does that bring back memories! I often forgot the tooth, too, and sometimes it would be several days before the “tooth fairy” got to the tooth and the kid got the $. Oh, the stories I made up to cover my absence of mind. I love the note, Stacey. Isabelle has fantastic parents.

  5. LOL! This is a cute story. Kids bring so much color and fun to our lives. I wonder how we survived without them! 🙂

  6. We had a round silver box that went under their pillow. I never forgot to take the tooth, but once was out of cash and had to borrow some from my neighbor. After that, I always had a “tooth fairy fund” on hand. BTW, I’m with Isabelle on buying some chocolate!

    1. Love the idea of a “Tooth Fairy Fund.” We better start putting dollar bills aside. (She told her hairstylist about her tooth and the note the Tooth Fairy left her when she got a haircut today. She said, “I got $5 this time, but $1 next time.)

  7. Haha, I liked your idea! But I guess the fairies have managed to get it done the traditional way with thousands of kids over who knows how many years… hope she is a sound sleeper! 🙂

  8. Oh my word! Hilarious. I can’t wait to see how it goes too. I kind of love that this was a discussion/debate. At my conference today we were talking about teaching kids to take a stand and stick to it. I think this is a great example of standing your ground. Love it all.

  9. I tried to comment when this came out, but don’t know my WordPress password and trying to switch it doesn’t work. Oh my. First, I think your idea of the baggie on the door is brilliant. I also did not know about your wonderful trimester news and am so happy for you. It is always wonderful to read your posts and observation and wisdom. Best wishes to all.

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