We’ve had some tooth fairy adventures in our house recently. I wrote about them in my humor column that appeared in yesterday’s Calgary Herald.
Here’s the beginning:
My twins are at that stage when they lose things, such as their lunch bags, their mother’s sanity, and their teeth. We’ve lost so many canines in our house that the Tooth Fairy had to take out a line of credit.
By the time Tinker bell the Banker swoops in and claims her latest piece of enamel, those teeth are legendary, epic-like in the stories they could tell.
Two months ago, Vivian and William were upstairs, supposedly cleaning their bedroom. I was downstairs, supposedly cleaning the kitchen. While I checked Facebook for the 12th time that hour, I heard more stomping and squealing than you’d hear from cowboys during the Stampede.
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