Bad Mommy! NO cookie for you!

So, in the latest chapter of "I am the worst parent ever," the tooth fairy forgot to come to our house the other night.

Now, I think the Little Ballerina has been suspicious of this dental sprite for a while, but she doesn't want to jinx the steady flow of cash. (Seriously, this kid has lost more teeth then the NHL. She's been living on a diet of oatmeal and scrambled eggs for weeks).

But, oh, it was heart-breaking to see the expression of woe and sadness when she came running into our room the next morning. "She didn't come! Why didn't she come? Doesn't she like my teeth?"

Luckily, the tooth fairy made an appearance the next night, with a lovely type-written note explaining how the blimp hovering over the Red Sox game had interfered with her flight plans.

Blimps and the Red Sox. I never liked either of them, frankly.