I am the Tooth Fairy

I am Mother, Daughter, Wife, College Student, Child of God, Housekeeper, laundry matron, toilet scrubber, friend, sister, cousin, niece, aunt, neighbor, jazzerciser, bum cleaner, personal cook, and story reader. Now I can add one more title: Tooth Fairy.

My husband pulled out my five year old's tooth last night, with dental floss. I absolutely will not play Santa Clause for my kids. I hate Santa. I wrote a paper about it for my Composition class. SO why don't I have a problem with the tooth fairy? I can't answer that. I snuck into my daughter's room about midnight to switch the tooth with the moneys(as she would say). I had one of those moments where you are like "I can't believe I have a kid old enough to do
that." Why the heck did it take ME forever to grow up and every time I turn around, my daughter is another year older? I suppose that is the theory of relativity.
My daughter came and stood over me at 3:30 am. Normally, I would be totally pissed off by being startled awake, so as I almost scream while I bolt into an upright position. But she said "Mommy! I've got 2 moneys!" My little heart melted because she was so excited and she wanted to tell ME, right away. Sometimes, being the Mommy is awesome.