The Tooth Fairy

Nica lost her first tooth! It was one that got damaged during that accident at preschool eight months ago, so, good riddance!

The tooth fell out last week, during dinner. Nica’s description of the event was so interesting to me. It was exactly the way a woman might react to getting engaged.

“I was so surprised, because I knew it was going to happen, but I didn’t know when.

“Should we call Grandma? This is very big news!”

“Wow, I… I just can’t believe it. But I’m so happy!”

“Mommy, don’t cry. I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.” (Just kidding.)


Of course, Nica looked forward to her first visit from the Tooth Fairy. She had a lot of questions. Archie and I had to improvise.

Nica:  “How does the Tooth Fairy know when you’ve lost your tooth?”

Me:  “She’s got a magical sense about it. You know, like a dog can smell really well, even from very far away. The Tooth Fairy can, um, feel a tooth falling out, even from very far away.”

Nica:  “What if a dentist pulls out a tooth from a grownup? Does she feel that too?”

Me:  “Um, no, she can only sense baby teeth.”

Nica:  “Why does she take our teeth? What does she use them for?”

Me:  “I dunno. Maybe she recycles them. She uses the old teeth to make new teeth for, er, babies.”

Nica:  “Ew, so we all have used teeth??”

Me:  “You’re right, that would be gross. That probably doesn’t happen. Um, maybe she uses them to build stuff.”

Nica:  “Like a house?”

Me:  “Yes, maybe!”

Nica:  “Gross.”

Me:  “Yeah. That crazy Tooth Fairy. Yuck.”


Nica:  “Daddy, how did the Tooth Fairy come into my room? How did she get into the house?”

Archie:  “She can walk through walls!”

Nica:  “Wow! Like a ghost!”

Archie:  “Mm-hm!”


Nica:  “Mommy, how do you think the Tooth Fairy gets into houses?”

Me:  “Huh. Hm. Well, maybe she borrows Santa’s reindeer and uses his down-the-chimney technique. Maybe she calls him and says, Hey, Santa, can I use your sleigh? ‘Cuz you don’t use it 364 days out of the year. Think I could rent it out, and the reindeer too? I gotta go collect teeth from all over the world. Yeah, maybe that’s what she does!”

Nica:  “No, Mommy, that’s crazy.”


I had a question for her, too. What do you think the Tooth Fairy looks like?

“She has a round face and long, red hair.”

Fiery Fairy


“She has orange eyes, and her skin is light brown. She puts on yellow lipstick.”

Fierce Fairy


“She wears a long, light-green dress with a picture of a smiling mouth with lots of teeth on it, and blue shoes. And she has a magic wand with a big tooth at the end of it.”

Funky Fairy


“The wand sparkles and shines. Oh, and she has wings.”

Flying Fairy


“No, no, Mommy. Her wings are superhuge, and pink. And the sparkles should be light blue!”
“Oh, sorry.”

Fabulous Flying Fairy

“OK, how’s that?”

Fairy Fan

Soccer Girls


Nica is doing kindergarten soccer. To help her understand how the game is played, we got her Soccer Girls, which is kind of like army men for sports.


Pack o' girls

You can also get Baseball GuysHockey Guys, etc.


I love the concept of this toy; it’s a great way to teach your kid the basics of a sport and how teammates are supposed to help each other on the field.

One thing I don’t like is that the “field” the set comes with (a felt mat) is too small for the size of the players. It makes for a ridiculously crowded game. Archie solved this problem by drawing the soccer field on a giant sheet of paper.


White turf



Another thing I find irksome is that one player on each team comes with a ball already attached to her foot. And then there’s another ball that comes with the kit, which is gigantic.


Ball on steroids

This ball is size 3. This other one is size 79.


Nica has a lot of fun playing with this kit, especially with her dad, and a bit of what Archie is trying to teach her might be sinking in. But does she apply this on game day? Er, no. At least, not yet.


What you do see on game day:


En-masse running reminiscent of a herd of confused bison.





A lot of hanging off the goal frame.


They put aside their differences to hang together.



One kid who seems to be playing good D—finally!— but is really just tired or lazy.





No goalies are allowed in our games, but there is always at least one kid who is thinking, Hey, if someone stands here, maybe we won’t get scored on so much!





One kid who is really just there for the snack.


She smells Goldfish.