Does The Tooth Fairy Know God?

So, Kali lost another tooth about two weeks ago.  I was on the phone with…not sure who…and she came running in proudly holding the tooth, her tongue peeking through the new gap.

That night Donny and I was up until about 2am watching Smallville. Around 8am the next morning, she came into our bedroom very upset. The tooth fairy never came!

Why?

Because Mommy and Daddy were up till 2am watching Smallville, remember? Pay attention, readers.

“I’m so sorry, Kali. That was Mommy’s fault. I was supposed to email her and tell her your tooth was ready and I forgot. I’ll do it today.”

That whole day Kali was dying to play with the tooth, and I told her several times to just leave it under the pillow. That night, while in bed watching t.v., or playing, or reading, when she should have been sleeping she managed to knock the tooth on the floor.  She comes downstairs crying that she can’t find it.

Sadly, had this not happened I would have again forgotten to slip some money under her pillow. I assured her that the tooth fairy would be able to find the tooth wherever it was in the room. That’s how she rolls. It’s her job.  A few hours later, Donny slipped a few bucks under the pillow, and the next morning all was right w/ the world.

Flash forward to last night. I’m on the computer in the study and Kali is sitting on the floor at my feet watching television when she suddenly asks me, “Do you like being brown?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I don’t know. Just wondering.”

For years Kali has wondered when she will be “brown like Mommy.” She will place her arm alongside mine as ask, “Am I brown yet?” I tell her that she may never be as brown as Mommy, and that’s okay. God her made the way she is and she’s special.  But she loves brown skin. The browner the better.

When I first explained to her what breastfeeding was a few years ago, she asked me if when I breastfed her my milk was chocolate because I’m brown.

Back to last night….

She pauses for a moment. Rubbing my bare leg and looking me up and down.

“Why do people call it black when it’s really brown?”

“Good question. I don’t know.”

“Does the tooth fairy know God?”

“Ummm, I think so.”

Why not, right? The Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Cupid, Santa, Mother Goose, and God. They meet once a week for Texas Hold ‘Em. Can you imagine?

“Well, you should email the tooth fairy again, and tell her to tell God to change it from black people to brown people.”