Photocopy: Maggie May
Millie, my youngest granddaughter has now grown up. Whilst staying with friends for a sleepover, she lost the first of her top teeth. The tooth was carefully wrapped up so that she could take it home and put it under the pillow for the tooth fairy to collect and leave some silver for her.
She came to me the next day and showed me the gap.
"I don't think there is such a thing as a tooth fairy. Its really the parents who put the money there,"She declared.
"Well, one thing for sure," I replied, "If you don't believe in her then she certainly won't leave you anything." I then, tongue in cheek, started to say, "Every time you say you don't believe in fairies......."
Amber who is ten, rolled her eyes and finished the sentence, "A fairy dies......." (Thats according to Peter Pan.)
Millie, ever ready to please everyone and obviously thinking of the financial loss, said......."Yes I do believe....... I really do" but her words were hollow and I knew she had grown too big for that.
When the second teeth start to grow down, that *baby look* completely disappears. It is the end of an era. My last grandchild has now grown up.
Am I sentimental in feeling slightly sad?