I was out of town for a few days for work this week and on Wednesday afternoon, I got an excited phone call from my little one telling me how she lost a tooth. We chatted for a bit and I reminded her to put her tooth under her pillow for the tooth fairy. The next morning my husband called me and was venting. "Dude, she wrote the tooth fairy a letter and asked her to draw a picture of herself." I laughed my ass off. "So, did you do it?" "I tried."
I forgot about the tooth fairy and went about my week. I had promised the kids I would take them to this Bridget Mendler concert of Friday night. I ran out of the airport, picked them up, and went directly to the concert. It was hot as Hades and I think her music is horrible. I'm not a hater. She's 10 years younger than me and have a gajillion dollars, so she is doing something right. It's just not my thing. I was so glad when it was over.
When we were in the car cooling off my 8 year old started telling me about the tooth fairy. "She drew a picture of herself. She is very fat and she doesn't have any boobs. She is also kind of old." I had to see this picture. We got home and she produced it for me. This is her letter:
This little girl is so cute. I want to eat her with a spoon.
The tooth fairy wrote back:
I know my daughter was a little bit perplexed. I'm sure she was expecting the tooth fairy to look like this:
But instead she got this:
LMAO. My husband's version of the tooth fairy is amazing. She has no feet and or fingers. She's a broad woman. I imagine that she likes to bake cookies. She's only half smiling and I wonder if she is satisfied with her life.
I did tease him about it. But when I saw the tooth fairy's letter to her, I was filled with an overwhelming love for my husband. Not only did he do his best but he wrote her a sweet letter with tiny cursive tooth-fairy writing. He wins the Best Dad Award. He never ceases to amaze me. Seriously, he is the most amazing father and I hope that my girls realize how truly blessed they are to have him.
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