Kay presents me with two things.
A bloody, red
lip and blood seeping and oozing from her mouth.
A tooth in
her outstretched hand.
I ask her: How
is your mouth? Is it sore?
She looks
at me bemused. How could I possible think of such things when she is holding a precious
tooth.
Okay. That’s
where my mind should focus.
Me: Okay I’ll
wipe this tooth and then we will wrap it in a tissue for the tooth fairy.
I am really
curious about what she thinks of the tooth fairy.
I ask her countless
questions about the tooth fairy.
Why does he
come at night when you are asleep?
What does
he do with all the teeth?
Where does
he live?
What does
he look like?
How much is
a tooth worth?
Kay is exasperated
and frustrated with my countless questions. She finally raises her eyebrows and
says: Mum is the tooth fairy. We do this. To make mum happy. Tonight I place
the tooth under my pillow. Mum takes the tooth and gives me five dollars. I
will then have ten dollars. I will be rich.
I am left speechless.
Nothing to add. I can’t think of anything to say. Luckily she can.
Kay: And when
all these teeth come out I’ll be more rich. I will buy Stephanie and her
friends.
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