Yesterday my eldest daughter (a couple of weeks off being 10) lost a tooth. Its the first tooth she's had out for some time and the first since we moved house.
As usual we left it out for her tooth fairy to collect and I dully crept in before I went to bed to change the tooth for a pound.
This morning I waited for the usual excitement of ooooh the tooth fairy's been... instead I got a very confused child coming in to me saying I don't know what to think?
She'd heard me creap in (those wretched floorboards) and the sound of the pound going down on her bedside table.
At a loss to know what to do I asked a couple of questions like, what would happen if there wasn't a tooth fairy but she ignored that so I spun a story about the fairy being busy and asking me to help her out last night. She bought it and came up with the idea that she was probably on her way to a party or something.
So it would seem that the end of her innocence with these things is nearly here, I guess the next thing to go will be Father Christmas.... and there was I hoping for another couple of years to go before that one came out.
Oh well....
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