Allie had set to work drawing a beautiful picture of a fairy that she was going to put by her bed so maybe the fairy would visit her room too. I told her I was almost certain that she would. My husband helped Nick write a note to the Tooth Fairy on an envelope that we put his tooth in. (I’ve since seen adorable Tooth Fairy “pillows” you can buy, but since I’m shelling out five bucks a tooth, we’re sticking with envelopes.) The next morning, Allie was the first one awake, shaking Nick to check under his pillow. Finding a dollar under her fairy picture helped soften the blow of not getting a full fiver.
Having children who are suddenly losing all their teeth is strange, because just five years ago I was eagerly watching these teeth come in. I brushed them with my fingers, then washcloths and then little toothbrushes. I watched two of Allie’s teeth come in twice, because when she was two years old she knocked two teeth up into her gums on a coffee table. I took my twins to the dentist since they were three to make sure these little teeth had no cavities. And here were my twins wiggling and twisting them in hopes of pulling them out for a mere five dollars a pop.
I had no idea that this tooth losing business was going to be so sensitive for twins. Every time one of them loses a tooth, the other one is miserable. They have an ongoing tally (currently Allie: 8, Nick: 5). Last month when Allie lost two teeth in one weekend, I thought Nick was going to start hammering his out. I don’t remember caring if the Tooth Fairy left my brother a dollar or a nickel, but maybe the 11 months between us eliminated that. With only a minute separating my twins, it’s harder for them to understand that things will come to them at different times, that they won’t reach every milestone together. But with every tooth that’s lost and every $5 put into a piggy bank, I think it’s getting easier.