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Little Lies

I told a lie to my daughter. An elaborate one … with props and everything! See, her loose tooth finally popped out on Saturday morning. `Saturday afternoon, we put the tooth in an envelope and readied it beneath her pillow for You-Know-Who. Saturday soon faded into Sunday and my daughter still had the tooth.

“Mama! The Tooth Fairy didn’t come!” she called from her bed.

“She didn’t?!” I called back, feigning shock and cringing at myself. “Let me call her.”

Yep. I said it: Let me call the Tooth Fairy.

The lie starts here, people.

The next morning, beneath her pillow, my daughter found a handwritten note card from the Tooth Fairy explaining that she missed our house because she had gone to bed with a horrible cold. “Thanks for the tooth!”

What? The tooth fairy couldn’t have a little chest congestion?

Hey, I don’t even feel bad. I know that honesty is the best policy blah blah blah but not at the price of telling a 5 year old that the Tooth Fairy really fell asleep in the living room si…