Bring it, fairy. Game on. My son’s first tooth is loose. I mean really loose, like sinewy and gross and QUIT-JIGGLING-IT status. Yesterday, we ventured out to get supplies to make the Tooth Fairy her own pillow.

After arriving at the crafts store, he peed his pants a little (literally) and walked down every single aisle, meticulously inspecting each bolt of fabric.

First, we stumbled upon a very festive holly green lamé that I was very much pro. But he decided that might be best left for the Other Santa that comes for the Other Kids that don’t believe in the Real Santa. What you would make for Other Santa is beyond me, but he had made up his mind.

After a few aisles, he came running with fabric that had little penguins and snowflakes and hearts. Perfectly adorable, but I wanted to know why it was the Chosen One for the Tooth Fairy.

figure 1.0 my sweet, sweet sewing skills.


MOM. SHE LIVES WITH SANTA IN THE NORTH POLE. SHE LIKES PENGUINS AND HEARTS BECAUSE SHE IS A GIRL. SHE WILL KNOW THAT I LIKE WHAT SHE LIKES AND SHE WILL GIVE ME MORE MONEY.

Sold! He then quickly made a fabric selection for the tooth appliqué. He picked a simple yellow polka dot fabric(which I adored). But of course, the decision had been made not simply because I liked it.

I finished sewing the little pillow… and now we wait. So here you go, Tooth Fairy. You better be strapped like Daddy Warbucks.