Then I shall begin…..
My son who is now the grand old age of 11 lost another baby tooth on Sunday…
Now I had to explain to him that at the old age of 11 the tooth fairy no longer visits.
He brushed this off with a pure desire for the £2 that a tooth now fetches in these parts.
“It’s worth £2!”, he insisted and continued his defiance by wrapping his bloody tooth in tissue.
He passed it to me for safe keeping, ready for the placement under his pillow, the place for the deal between child and tooth fairy.
Unbelievably the deal was forgotten and the tooth left in the pocket of my jeans.
The next morning whilst getting ready for the day ahead, I slipped on my jeans and placed my hand in my pocket…
To my surprise a found a number of coins which I removed and placed on the side.
I then reached deeper to find the tissue containing my sons lost tooth…
But what happened next shocked me….
I shouted to my son that he had forgotten about his tooth and he came into the room.
But as I opened the folded tissue I found no tooth! Confused I checked it again, and then again…but no tooth…but then I noticed something else….the coins I had removed from my pocket…
2 new…..shiny…..pound coins!!!
I couldn’t work it out?? I checked the tissue again….I checked my pocket….nothing!
My son thought it was great and whisked off his £2 haul to put in his money pot…
So for those of you who don’t believe….
This is a true story….
The tooth fairy lives on….