Occasionally I am astounded by what can be produced with enough hours, concentration and multiple cups of coffee.
More often than not though, I end up with something like todays uninspired and mildly disturbing post.
Back in the day when the first central incisors began to wiggle free of their gummy moorings my children started dreaming of the small fortune they imagined would accrue in their bank accounts after teeth began falling from their small heads.
I remember telling my oldest about the rewards you reaped from the sparkly winged fairy who visited you while you slept and like the best stealth masked bandit quietly lifted your pillow to take the priceless enamel nugget and left you with cash.
The promise of endless riches swept her off her feet so powerfully that I caught her reaching into her own mouth like an untamed savage to brutally yank a bloody tooth that was not quite yet ready to disengage only to have her present it to me like it was made of gold. And I suppose in her mind it was.
After the initial giddiness of the moment wore off she began to really consider what she was in for.
A visit from a strange mythical creature in the dead of night who was going to get close enough to her peacefully sleeping form to take something from underneath her head.
At this point I noticed she began reconsidering her options.
Could she still get money if this “tooth fairy” wasn’t involved?
Would it be possible to keep the teeth so she could look at them?
Yes and yes.
So this, my friends, is where we began the Dufmanno family tradition of giving each child a small clear jar with a top where they could keep anything that fell out of or off of their bodies.
The fear of being visited by a crafty wood sprite imbued with the power of flight and an endless supply of quarters was passed down through the sibling line through powerful storytelling and intimidation.
At this point I think she has fangs and a chainsaw but I’m not sure.
Anyway, my youngest lost three teeth in the last month and I’ve neglected to buy him his very own “jar” so being the crafty minx I am I put them safely in a ziplock bag that currently resides in my purse. Yesterday while digging around for a receipt it worked its way to the surface horrifying several onlookers so I thought about the ramifications of keeping body parts like a trophy collecting serial killer.
I suppose if I get rid of that bone saw in my trunk I should be fine.
The above picture of the tooth fairy from Ridley Scott’s Alien was taken from here
Someone needs to purchase this deviant art so this person can pay for their therapy bills.