Category Archives: The Tooth Fairy

The day I became The Dummy Fairy.

I told my child a lie. A big bald-faced whopper. I had to. Here it is: (more…)

Directions to Fairyland.

Today’s post was written by my mother, and it explains one hundred percent how I am who I am today and why I try so hard every day to live up to the job description of Mom as set out by her. I was so blessed to be brought up by this remarkable woman. I hope you enjoy it, give it a thumbs-up and share it with your friends. C’mon, give my mama some love!

Fairyland does exist

Directions to Fairyland.  by Gill Katz

I climbed my first tree when I was four years old. It was a gnarled old Jacaranda which bordered our pretty little suburban home in Khumalo, Bulawayo in a then sane kind of Zimbabwe, and the reason for my climb was not altogether my own idea. “If you climb up the tree..” said older sister Vivien – an very mature and grown-up 10 year old with red curls and a temperament to match – “you will be able to see Fairyland.” Read the rest of this entry

Confessions of a Tooth Fairy.

Today was the day your moment of truth. You’ve been waiting and hoping to lose this loose tooth.

You could hardly believe it, you cried (with joy…) you danced round the garden screaming “Oh boy!”

In front of the mirror you examined your teeth, some gaps on the top and some underneath.

And then you got busy writing a note so that the tooth fairy would give you her vote.

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A special day

This morning Miss M came to me, as she does every morning, and asked me to check to see if any of her teeth are wobbly. You see – for the last 18 months she has been watching all her friends begin to lose teeth and get visited by the tooth fairy but her teeth have remained firmly ensconced. This has been a MAJOR source of angst for my little lady who is so desperate to have the longed-for tooth fairy experience. Even a special note written by the tooth fairy herself and covered in fairy dust, assuring Miss M that her teeth are the most special and being saved for last, didn’t do much to dull the yearning. Well today, when I did the routine wobbly-tooth check, what did I find but a REAL ACTUAL DINKUM TRUE BLUE wobbly tooth. I yelled out excitedly that she was now the proud owner of her first wobbly tooth. If I could bottle the look of pure, unadulterated joy on her face, I’d have a source of happiness to last forever. She ran to fetch a mirror and held it in front of her mouth and asked me to please wobble her tooth for her so she could see. When she saw it for herself, she began to jump for joy. Literally. This kid was jumping round the house, giggling, yelping, literally bouncing off the walls with happiness. Read the rest of this entry