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.
Guilty.
My son.
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.
Love it.
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| The Tooth Fairy - dawn of time to April 2012. RIP |
8 comments:
I worry about what might happen to Father Christmas in due course!
hehehehehe. lovely story.
Hahaha! Every time kids think they are so much smarter than adults, something like this happens....
Several years ago here in the States some bright person made a human-shaped and sized pillow and dressed it in a Santa Claus outfit. This person then placed it on his roof on Christmas Eve night making it look like Santa was passed out or dead.
The next morning several nearby kids went into panic mood over seeing the figure forcing their parents into calling the police. Apparently it caused a great deal of chaos.
Holy Hannah...you are awesome! I would have probably done the same thing.
oh that is GOLD! I am buying a circuit kit and feeding stories about the tooth fairy to my kid right now! I will then start wiggling his damn teeth so I can do this. I can't wait!
*hee* Clever boy. Hell, clever parents!
It reminds me of when my brother and his wife sat one of my nephews down to tell him the truth about Santa because they were afraid he was getting a little too old to believe and didn't want him to find out through teasing at school. He accepted it maturely, as he'd admittedly already had some doubts. However, the topic raised the questionable existence of all other supernatural characters he'd been told to believe in - yes, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc. Again, he handled it all very well and accepted his parents' justification for lying to him all those years and why he would have to be complicit in the lies a while longer for the sake of his younger brother. And then he sat quietly for a moment and thoughtfully asked, "Wait..is Jesus real?" Smart boy. My family being Catholic, my brother and sister-in-law had to sweat through that one in explaining how Jesus was different. :)
*hee* Clever boy. Hell, clever parents!
It reminds me of when my brother and his wife sat one of my nephews down to tell him the truth about Santa because they were afraid he was getting a little too old to believe and didn't want him to find out through teasing at school. He accepted it maturely, as he'd admittedly already had some doubts. However, the topic raised the questionable existence of all other supernatural characters he'd been told to believe in - yes, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc. Again, he handled it all very well and accepted his parents' justification for lying to him all those years and why he would have to be complicit in the lies a while longer for the sake of his younger brother. And then he sat quietly for a moment and thoughtfully asked, "Wait..is Jesus real?" Smart boy. My family being Catholic, my brother and sister-in-law had to sweat through that one in explaining how Jesus was different. :)
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