Last night, one of my girls put out a newly fallen tooth for collection by our favorite tooth fairy, Agnes.
Agnes, along with her cohorts in the tooth-collection biz, Bianca, Consuela, Francesca and The Haz-Mat Fairy, has been steadily retrieving my twins’ teeth for several years now. (Except for that one incident when a government agent tried to horn in on the tooth-collection industry, but we don’t talk about that.)
Agnes, in her note to my daughter, remarked a bit sadly that soon there won’t be any teeth for her to collect, but she assured Z that they would always remain friends.
My girls are going to be 9 in July. I count us as being very, very fortunate that the twins still believe in magical beings like tooth fairies, the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, etc. While it’d sure be nice to keep things going for much longer, I’m well aware that we are on borrowed time, belief-wise. All too soon, one of their classmates will make a concentrated effort to burst the bubble of sweet innocence that my children have enjoyed, and introduce them to the cold, hard light of cynicism and disbelief.
In the meantime, though, my girls will continue to blithely enjoy the brief peeks into a world that is not outside the realm of extreme possibility, where anything can happen and where friendship truly IS magic!