My kid looks like a hockey player. Nobody told me that when their teeth start falling out they all start coming out at the same time. She lost two teeth in the same week one week that were both next to an empty space, so she had three empty spaces on the top. It was so bad she had to chew with her molars only.
It never fails too, she’ll come home and be like…..
“Hey Mom, I lost another tooth today!”
(In my head) Crap, I don’t have any cash on me. (Pulls out phone)
Text to Hubby: Do you have any cash? She lost another tooth at school today.
Text to me: Nope
Text to Hubby: Guess she is getting the same $2 I gave her last week. I’ll pull it out of her piggy bank.
Yeah, I’m that mom. We’ve been recycling the same couple of dollars for the last three months because we don’t carry cash. I know it sounds horrible but I’m starting to wonder why we ever decided to “do the tooth fairy” with our kids in the first place. 
I’ve noticed a huge shift with modern parents in the last couple of years. I’ve read multiple discussions on Facebook with parents talking about how they don’t do things like the Easter Bunny, Santa, Tooth Fairy, or Leprechauns (totally happens in an Irish household). But what’s more staggering about the conversation is that the reason for not doing them is because they don’t want to lie to their kids.
Which I completely understand, I’ve questioned the practice every year, especially at Christmas. When JaMonkey was old enough to talk during the holidays she would open up a present and immediately say, “Thank you Mommy and Daddy!” I didn’t correct her and I never write that Santa gave them something on the tag. There are just presents under the tree on Christmas morning. I love that she was appreciative of the gifts that we bought for her. Now both of my girls firmly believe in ALL.THE.THINGS, and it becomes exhausting. Not to mention the magical creature gets all the thanks and credit for the epic gift they received.
I think all kids need a little magic in their lives. It creates amazing memories that they will remember when they become parents themselves. I see both sides of the discussion. I don’t feel like I’m lying to my kids rather than creating a sense of wonder and intrigue. But I also want my kids to learn the art of giving and being thankful.
So I quit. I mean the Tooth Fairy quits. I can’t keep up this charade of climbing into her loft bed and creeping onto her wiggly mattress to dig around under her pillow for a nasty bloody tooth and shove the same $2 under her pillow.
I’m not ready to give up Santa yet because Peanut is currently obsessed with him and Christmas. But I might change up the way we talk about the gift situation.
