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…