We’ve spoken before about my aversion to teeth. I especially deplore this habit they have of being cohesive team players in the mouth one day and walking the plank the next.
Warning: this post features a picture of one terribly frightening mug
Isn’t it horrible? The mish-mash of unevenness and drool and bloody gums. This maw only an orthodontist could love.
But be yea warned. The pirate behind these pearls is one tough negotiator. She who takes her fairies seriously and who frankly has had it with quarters.
If she really considered herself a friend to the fairies she might have thought twice about throwing a wrench into the tooth fairy’s already tight schedule. The poor fairy, who not only had to deal with the existential parenting conundrum of keeping faith alive, but now had to scramble and rummage through the dark house in hopes of discovering an unfamiliar yet worthy toy.
Impressively, I happened upon this. One perfect glass frog. More than equal in value to one bloody little baby tooth.
The next morning breakfast was full of musings. Yes, my pirate was thrilled with her bounty, but how had the fairy found such a gem?
And if she had such awesome toys in her arsenal, what’s the deal with the lousy quarters?
What exactly are the logistics of maneuvering it beneath the pillow?
And what on earth could she be planning with all those teeth?