At some point my younger sister told her kids that I was the tooth fairy and I played along. Naturally (because I was involved) this has evolved into a seriously exciting event each time one of her four hooligans loses a tooth.
They've had me describe my fairy outfit for them because I told them pink spandex and sparkles are vital to the important job of sneaking around a house. And the tutu? Well that's just because I'm a girl of course. But I have special sparkly fairy dust for if they happen to waken (to make them forget) and a pink sparkly wand with a giant gleaming tooth at the end.
Today my nephew lost a tooth and was told he better call his Auntie to make sure my tooth alert machine was working properly. He was also deeply concerned about making sure I knew which room he was sleeping in now and that the new puppy likes to sleep with him so I should bring treats for her. There has been much speculation on his and his sister's minds about what I do with the teeth I gather. Of course I told him I make myself lovely necklaces and like to jiggle them around in my hand because they make a cool noise but quite frankly, I was still half asleep and couldn't come up with very many ideas! Lucky for me, they had some. They felt I should sell them to dentists so they could make dentures and that would mean I could pay the tooth losers more money. Smart kids there. They obviously take after their Auntie.
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