That was the cry I was greeted with when I returned home the other day. My son has finally lost one of his front teeth!
The size of the gap it leaves is amazing and he now 'shpeaks show shtrangely'. He was delighted to have come of age and was very excited about the tooth fairy visiting him. So, on Friday night he popped his tooth under his pillow, together with a £1 coin (because he told me he had too much money and wanted the tooth fairy to have 100p) and a lovely note addressed to Sparkly (or spercule as he spelt it).
However, as my wife and I were so knackered we both went to bed and completely forgot to 'help the fairy'. Bad parents, I know. The next day when he rushed through in the morning with a disappointed face, the best I could come up with was, “It’s a bank holiday weekend so she’ll probably come tonight!”
That night he set up the note, the pound and the tooth and… we completely forgot again! Luckily the bank holiday weekend story held fast and on Sunday he woke up to receive a letter from his tooth fairy explaining that she didn’t need money as they couldn’t use it in Fairyland but she could leave him a pound. Ahhh sweet!
The thing is, the next day he lost another tooth (even gappier now) and wrote back to Sparkly to ask how she got the things she needed without any money. She popped a letter under his pillow that night but now he thinks it would be much better if we could get our friends to help us make everything we needed instead of going to the shops.
The expression 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' springs to mind.