JJ has now lost his third tooth (23 Feb for the record). It was three and a half months since he lost his first tooth, and may I say I don’t like the tooth dangling by the merest thread. It makes me just want to pull it out and I get really sick of it being played with when he’s right next to me.
So his third tooth was pulled out just before school the other morning and we stuck it to a piece of paper so it wouldn’t get lost. This piece of paper went under JJ’s pillow that night with two questions JJ wrote on it. One – ‘Are you a girl or a boy?’, and two, ‘What do you like doing?’. I blame Santa for setting a precedent on writing JJ a note – damn Santa.
At 6.30 the next morning JJ trotted to my room and very forlornly informed me that the tooth fairy hadn’t come. Damnit I muttered to myself, I bloody forgot. And to my son I said, ‘Don’t worry about it, the tooth fairy was probably really busy but I’ll bet they come tonight.’
Last night after he went to sleep I snuck in and pulled out the note from under his pillow but the tooth was missing. I hoped it had just fallen out and onto the floor but I had a bit of a look around to make sure it wasn’t on the little table next to his bed. I couldn’t find it. I put some lipstick on and kissed the note and put $1 into the note and put it all back under his pillow. Luckily he’s a very deep sleeper. All done I thought with satisfaction.
This morning as I walked past his room he said, ‘Mum, have a look at the note, and the tooth fairy didn’t leave any money or take the tooth.’ Shit and blast I thought, he had moved that tooth after all.
I walked in. There was lipstick on the note and he’d had the tooth wrapped up in a tissue next to his bed. I stealthily took the tooth and I hope I haven’t messed with his head too much as to why the tooth was there one minute and not there the next. And of course I couldn’t say I put $1 with the note. I know I did it, I know it. There was $1 sitting on the little table next to his bed and I told him that was it.
He kept going on and on about the missing money, the lipstick on the note and the missing tooth. I felt really bad but there was nothing I could do to turn back time and make it all go more smoothly.
Oh, and to top it all off, after our walk this morning JJ told me he thought he had nits. He’s had them once before. I got the phone call from the school and when I picked him up it was so obvious he was infested. This time, it looked like he might have nits – I wasn’t absolutely sure but I didn’t want to send him to school before doing something about it. I got the special conditioner and used the nit comb through his hair just in case. It made us late and I get stressed and start getting louder when I’m stressed. As JJ informed me we were only late because of the nits, it wasn’t worth yelling. Yes, adult child, you’re right of course.
I have a spray bottle of tea tree oil mixed with water which is supposed to help ward off these little critters but it’s only effective if it’s used. Use it more I will now. Oh, and when I get home I’ve got washing to do. Oh what joy.
Have you had the joy of nits in your household. If so, how do you deal with it?