Parenting FAIL

With Evie, pulling out loose teeth is like... well... pulling teeth. She HATES it. She hates it so much that her permanent teeth grow in right alongside the loose baby ones. They get tired of waiting, I guess.

So the only real motivator to get those teeth out is the Tooth Fairy. Even that isn't motivation enough most days.

A couple of Saturdays ago, John finally got Evie to get one of those little chompers out. She put it on the dresser by her bed, and went to sleep.

Sunday morning, she comes running into our room and wakes us up with a distraught look on her sweet little face. "The Tooth Fairy didn't come last night!!!"

Oh. Shoot. A Look was exchanged between parents.

Evie's such a sweet little thang, it was easy to keep her calm. No tears were shed. She figured there must have been a good reason the Tooth Fairy didn't come. Maybe the tooth was so small, she wasn't aware of it. Maybe the Tooth Fairy gets weekends off. Whatever the reason, she would surely come that night. Right??

When we got home from church, Evie found a note written on purple paper with a purple pen. Apparently the Tooth Fairy had risen the night before with (believe it or not) a tooth ache. She hoped Evie wasn't too awfully cross and here was a gold dollar to make up for it.

Well, I'll tell you that did make up for it. She read that note all afternoon and carried that gold dollar around for the rest of the day.

And you know what else she did?? She pulled another tooth out that day.

You can bet the Tooth Fairy made the Hix house her very first stop of the night.