Tooth Fairy Folly

As I was driving Sarah to gymnastics she posed a question that led to a conversation that went something like this:

Sarah: "Mom, is the tooth fairy real?"

Me: "Why do you ask?"

Sarah: "Colen McMahon said the tooth fair isn't real."

Me: "What do you think Sarah?"

Sarah: "Well he said he found all his teeth in his moms jewelery box, so maybe she isn't real"

After much going back and forth where I was trying to gage what she really believed and weather or not she was really ready for the truth. I kept asking her what she thought and she said "Mom, I really, really, really want to know the truth!" "Do you take the teeth?"

After she asked me several times I couldn't lie to her and I told her the truth and she asked me several questions like "what do you do with the teeth?", and "so, that was you that answered the letter I left for the tooth fairy?" I answered all of her questions truthfully and as we pulled up to the gym I looked in my rear view mirror and saw her eyes full of tears that rolled down her cheeks. It was defiantly not the answer she had thought she was going to get. We both read each other wrong and she was one sad little girl. She was totally crushed and said "I guess that means that none of the fairy's are real then." She needed a lot of tender care in order to get out of the car and go to gymnastics and I had to take Ian to Lacrosse and then pick Sarah up, get home and make dinner and the rest of the evening routine so other than feeling really bad when I first left her I didn't think about it too much more.

At bed time when I went to tuck Sarah in I gave her a kiss and a hug, said good night and she replied "I think there really is a tooth fairy Mom" to which my reply was "I think your right Sarah, I think your right"