A friend sent me this blog link and I had to post it.
My daughter and I had a tooth fairy mishap a few weeks back.
When she lost the tooth, I made a tiny envelope with a tiny poem on it to explain the tooth fairy’s taking of the tooth, sealed with a sticker. Two months later, as I rifled through our collection of stickers, I was startled by a triumphant, breathless shriek “It was YOU, Mummy. I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT WAS YOU!”
Cue Mummy looking utterly confused – sorry, what darling? Yup, you guessed it, she clocked the very same tooth fairy stickers and so down came the house of cards I had flimsily built around magical and mysterious beings doing magical and mysterious things. Father Christmas hangs on a thread, purely because the potential consequences are too dire to admit unbelief without physical proof and a capitulating parent.
But Dinovember, it’s awesome. Truly a wondrous dedication to the magic of childhood. And how fun it must be to create dino scenes of mischief your children couldn’t possibly believe you would actually do yourselves.
Can I take it on? At this point I’m not sure we have dinosaurs big enough. Santa might be able to see to that though. Roll on Dinovember 2014…
In This Life Mrs H 