The jury is out, the Judge is stroking his gavel, and the prosecution are high-fiving openly and shamelessly.
It’s an open and shut case.
The boy who killed the Tooth Fairy.
The last time my eldest son, Daniel lost a tooth he tried to set a trap so as to catch the fairy at work and presumably ransom her into coughing up an extra pound. He tied some string round the tooth and then to his finger. One twitch would wake him – I talked about what happened here.
This time he meant business
For Christmas, Daniel was given an electronic set that lets him build simple circuits that make lights flash or buzzers sound.
Unbeknown to us, Daniel got creative.
Jo and I went up the stairs ready to do a little midnight pillow lifting and just in the nick of time I saw it. Just a hint of a string. Following it along I found his trap. One tug on the string around the tooth would pull a ball of Aluminium kitchen foil out from between two wires, setting off a billion decibel siren that would wake the whole of Oxfordshire. Actually the buzzer is pretty quiet but I can see what he was thinking.
We couldn’t stop ourselves.
Jo found the closest ornament she could find that resembled a fairy and stuck on some tinsel.
We might be evil but some things are too tempting to resist.
I stuck a pound coin into the fairy’s hand and tangled her in the string, swiped the tooth and then hung the fairy. The buzzer wouldn’t go off because the string was tangled on his drawer. I think things through.
Then we tip-toed out and went to bed.
To the untrained eye it did look a little like a dead fairy.
At 06:45 there was exactly (I timed it) a twenty second pause between the loud cry of “Wha???” and laughter. For twenty whole seconds my boy thought he had killed a tooth fairy that he didn’t even believe in. He’s not daft and knows full well to play along with the game or otherwise he wouldn’t get the cash. If he had really still believed I wouldn’t have done it – promise.
But that pause was pure doubt.
|The Tooth Fairy - dawn of time to April 2012. RIP|