Have you ever considered what accomplished liars we become when we have kids? There are the basic ones that are passed down generation to generation, like the man in the big red suit and the hiding of veggies in pasta sauce or on a pizza. But it’s when those basic lies trip us up that we have to get really creative.

My daughter recently lost her first tooth and so the latest little white lie sent to challenge me was the tall tale of the tooth fairy. I thought I had all the bases covered. For a start I remembered it was there before collapsing into bed, even after a glass or two of wine. Then there was the whole business of putting the tooth under the pillow. My daughter’s bed usually looks like a typhoon has run though it the next morning, so what were the chances that the tooth would still be in the same place she had left it when she fell asleep? The tooth could get lost and she could end up finding it in her pajamas the next morning. Or she could wake up whilst I was fumbling around under her pillow. So I managed to convince my daughter to leave the tooth on her beside table to make it easier for the tooth fairy to find. The tooth was removed without her waking up and an appropriate amount of money left in its place (my how the price of teeth seem to have gone up when the rest of the economy is in decline, but that’s another story altogether).

As I say it was her first tooth and so I figured that she may want it one day. Totally ridiculous when you think about it, after all how many of you have a treasured first tooth sat in a silk lined box somewhere? Exactly! However, I decided I would keep the tooth, but where to keep it?

Why I decided that my bedside drawer would be a good place, I have no idea. Especially considering my 18 month old’s recent fascination with drawers and doors.  So this particular morning my 18 month old was generally wrecking my bedroom, pulling clothes out of drawers, shoes out of the cupboard. And I was letting her, because it meant an extra 10 minutes in bed. Suddenly my six year old says “Mummy what’s this? It looks like my tooth.” Now bearing in mind it’s around 6:30am and I’m not quite awake, so I’d like to give myself a big pat on the back for coming up with such a creative excuse. “ Well sweetie,” I say “perhaps the tooth fairy had a really busy night and couldn’t carry everything back with her.”

I’m not sure she was entirely convinced, until that is the second tooth was collected (which mercifully fell out shortly after the first). Along with the money (less than the first time because obviously first teeth are worth more), was a lovely little note from the tooth fairy.

‘Thank you so much for the tooth and for keeping the first tooth safe for me, I had so many teeth to carry that night and I knew I would be back soon, love TTF.”

Now if I could just come up with something as creative for why they should both stay in bed until 10:00 on the weekend I’ll be a happy Mummy!

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