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Confessions of a really bad Tooth Fairy
We've been all over the board on what the Tooth Fairy pays and how it gets delivered. I can't be the only one (I hope). So here's my confessions.
When my oldest son lost his first tooth, I was going to leave $1 but then my nosy mother spoke up in front of him and said, "I thought she left $2 these days and that you get more for your first tooth." The witch is getting back at me for being a mouthy teen, I just know it.
So I left $10 for the first tooth, $2 for the second. One time his tooth got knocked out playing with a friend and there was blood, so he got $10 for pain and suffering. We are nuts, right? You'd think the kids would figure me out from my inconsistency alone.
Then there are the times the Tooth Fairy forgot and so I went searching, wadded up bills in hand, looking through the sheets before tossing the wad under the bed for him to discover so I could say, "Oh, there it is, you must have knocked it out of the bed while you were dreaming."
And then there are the nights neither of us had any cash on us so we had to break into the poor kid's own stash of birthday money (to be repaid later, I swear) so that the Tooth Fairy didn't stiff him.
Even worse are the parents who leave $20 or more. My son asked me why Billy gets $20 and he only gets $2. I wanted to tell him that it's because Billy's dad is a lawyer and he's feeling guilty about leaving Billy's mommy for a young chickie, but that would be wrong. So I tell them the Tooth Fairy leaves everyone the same amount but sometimes parents sneak in an add some more.
Please tell me I'm not alone in my crimes.
-- Sharon Kennedy Wynne
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Sharon Kennedy Wynne has sunscreen in her blood. She may have been born in Buffalo but she got here as fast as she could, in time for kindergarten. She grew up in St. Petersburg, graduated from the University of Florida journalism school, and even got married at Sunken Gardens. She's one of the few adults we know who actually loves taking her kids to the beach. She has two sons and with 10 years of parenting under her belt, she's starting to feel a little less out of her league. She comes from a large family and loves to debate, so brace yourself when the hot topics come up.
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Freelance writer Courtney Cairns Pastor wasn’t so sure about having kids and how she would balance child-rearing with her journalism career. It turned out that her journalism training went to good use. As the mom to a funny, active toddler, she learned to handle him like she did her sources. Never ask yes or no questions (the answer will always be no), get him to be specific (are you crying because you’re wet or your tooth hurts?) and be prepared for anything because no two days are the same. When she’s not playing trucks, Courtney crams for her book club, trains for races and occasionally bursts into showtunes. E-mail her at