Ah, the magic of childhood.

Losing teeth is one of those strangely thrilling milestones that feels like a mix of a medical event, a rite of passage, and a glitter-filled celebration. The wiggle. The drama. The blood. (Seriously, why is there always SO much blood?) And then there’s that triumphant moment when your kid holds up the tiny tooth like they’ve just unlocked a new level in life.

And of course — the glorious tradition of the Tooth Fairy.

We have a little door hanger with a felt tooth pocket that gets proudly hung on the front door. The twins take this job very seriously. It’s a whole production.

But let’s talk about the part nobody warns you about…

The Midnight Tooth Fairy Panic

Have you ever sat bolt upright in bed at 2 a.m. with the soul-crushing realization:

“OH NO. SKYLAR LOST A TOOTH YESTERDAY WHILE EATING A BOMB POP AND HANDED IT TO ME WHILE WE WERE ORDERING CHICK-FIL-A AND I NEVER DID ANYTHING WITH IT.”

Just me? Doubt it.

That poor little tooth likely fell to the bottom of my purse (a.k.a. The Bermuda Triangle) and was completely forgotten. By me.

But of course, it did not leave my six-year-old’s brain. That child had “tooth = money” locked in tighter than a Chick-fil-A waffle fry container on a road trip.

So now I’m creeping through the house in the dark like a raccoon, frantically searching for a gold coin. Because the Tooth Fairy in our house doesn’t do boring ol’ bills. She’s extra.

But Wait… We’re Out of Gold Coins

Cue the panic. The Tooth Fairy always brings gold coins. It’s tradition. And this mama was fresh out.

But… I know the last tooth earned one. So where would that gold coin be?

Yup. The piggy bank.

Look. I’m not proud. But I may have gently borrowed that same gold coin from my child to give back to him as part of the Tooth Fairy exchange.

Resourceful? Yes. Shameful? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.

A Note, Too?!

As if the pressure wasn’t high enough, Skylar decided to leave a handwritten note for the Tooth Fairy. Because why not? It’s not like she had anything else to do at 3 a.m.

So now I’m digging through drawers looking for a pen that actually works, crafting a whimsical, sparkly, fairy-worthy response. Complete with curly Qs and tooth-related puns, of course.

The Magic is Real… and So Is the Exhaustion

The belief, the excitement, the joy of it all — it’s so worth it. But y’all… this Tooth Fairy stuff is a full-time gig.

Tell me I’m not alone. Have you ever:

Forgotten the tooth under the pillow? Scrambled for emergency fairy currency? “Borrowed” from your child’s piggy bank? Written a note in fairy script under pressure?

If so, welcome. You’re my people.

And if not… please don’t tell my kids.

🦷✨🪙