Poof goes the Tooth Fairy
How long do magical folk live in your household?
My eight-year-old son Benjamin came running into our bedroom last week, at sparrow’s fart.
“Mom!” he said urgently, shaking me awake. “The Tooth Fairy hasn’t been yet!”
I opened one eye and looked at him groggily.
“Perhaps she’s... had a busy night. Perhaps she has lots of work and she’s running a little behind... or not feeling so well...” I responded weakly, pulling the pillow back over my head.
Benj pulled up a corner of the pillow and peered at me.
“Perhaps the Tooth Fairy should have thought of that before she invited so many people over for drinks last night?” he asked.
And then, dear readers, the little bugger WINKED at me.
“I’ll be in the kitchen taking a long time to eat my cornflakes,” he then said, as he ran off. “Perhaps that will be enough time for our Tooth Fairy to get herself together.”When should you tell ‘em?
I think, for many households, one’s magical creatures become a bit of an open secret after a while – at least that’s how they died off in our house. The explanations became too magical, or too personal – and slowly but surely just landed in the firmly unbelievable area.
But what about those children who just LOVE their magical creatures and don’t want to let them go?
I have a friend whose daughter recently phoned at work to hiss urgently:
“YOU still believe in fairies, right, Mom?”
Clearly she’d had a moment with some unbelievers at school and what do you do then? Break a little heart that still runs on magic? Or tell her that only believers get to see fairies and so those mean little girls breaking your dreamworld are just missing out? Both seem wrong.
Clearly, we need a little standardisation here. Do you have magical creatures in your house? And when do they go poof? And... how?