It was a beautiful day last weekend when Gertie made her first Holy Communion. The sun shone down for my little girl's big day.
But I am struggling a little this weekend once more. Not over complex theological questions (though she certainly likes to pose those) but over the tooth fairy, and the lengths I am now going to allow the 'magic' to last.
The tooth in question came out on Friday at school, and Gertie left it in her tray, forgetting to take it home at the end of the day. She was a little bit upset about this on Friday night, but by Saturday she had found the answer: She resolved to write to the tooth fairy, setting her straight about the situation, and suggesting that the tooth fairy retrieve the tooth from school, but leave the money under her pillow as usual.
I posted my dilemma on Facebook, and it was quickly resolved by a friend who knew someone who knew someone who has access to the school over the weekend. I am reliably informed that the tooth will have been removed by Monday morning, and I am fairly confident that the tooth fairy will visit this evening.
What a difference a week makes.
Currently reading: Before the Fall by Juliet West