Up there with Father Christmas is the parental joy of being a tooth fairy: There can’t be many times in your life you’re allowed to flutter about a room to offload and collect your special cargo.  Except it’s never as simple as that..particularly when the tooth is accompanied by a secret letter..

 

Job one: Wait till child is asleep, creep in, sneak letter out from under pillow..

2. Compose response on bits of tissue paper with fancy writing, chuckling at your own cunning and ingenuity..

3. Decide to take it a step further – find leaf from the garden to wrap letter and money in. Seventh heaven!  (Husband shakes his head in despair..)

 

 

4. Head to bedroom. Move stealthily towards bed.

5. Disaster! Drop tiny letter from leaf somewhere on dark floor near bed.

6. Flee out.  Find torch app on mobile phone.  Enter bedroom again.

7. On hands and knees eventually find letter under bed, but knock the Furbie next to the bed in excitement of success…it springs to life, dancing and singing.

8. Run to the door with errant Furbie clutched in hands.

9. Wait 30 minutes before returning to complete task.

10. Stupidly leave effing Furbie on own bedside table.  Effing Furbie proceeds to wake through the night.  Effing Furbie gets thrown down the stairs…

 

Then a few days later I found this in the garden, under a bush:

 

It reads..Dear Pretty One, Please may I have a magic necklace so that I can turn myself into a mermaid with a turquoise tail…

 

Rod, own back…

 

Laters, Kate x