When he was six, Robey lost his first tooth at Max's house. When I say he lost it, I mean he lost it out of his mouth and then he somehow actually lost it. Marcy, Max's mom, put the tooth inside a small, velvety satchel for him, but he was excited.I think he was the last kid to lose a tooth in his first grade classroom. He was looking forward to it. So he probably kept taking it out of the satchel to look at it. And then, when he came home, the tooth was no longer in the satchel.
Without the tooth, we agreed Robey should write the tooth fairy a note and explain what happened. He was very tired, and really wanted help with writing the note but understood when we said he had to write it himself. He fell asleep writing it but he finished it and we put it under his pillow and he got a dollar for it.
Two days later he lost his second tooth, which he put under his pillow, and the tooth fairy gave him two dollars for it.
This week, almost half a year after losing his first tooth, Robey finally lost his third tooth. This tooth he put under his pillow with a pile of silly bands and a note that said, "These are silly bands for you to see but please don't take them."
And then the tooth fairy fell asleep (ahem) and forgot to come.
Robey was disappointed but Jeromy and I both brushed it off like it was no big deal and said she was just very busy, that probably a lot of kids lost their tooth that night, and she'd come the next night for sure.
At bedtime the next night we were talking about it again briefly and Robey was explaining how he wanted the tooth fairy to see his silly bands, and I assured him that he'd be on the top of her list tonight, that she would come for sure.
He crawled into bed and said, "She better, or I'm not going to believe in her anymore."
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