My cheapness has backfired. Thanks to facebook I get constant updates on sales and specials going on everywhere. Last week I got a message about a code for a free picture of your child sleeping and you got to photoshop what was supposed to be the tooth fairy. Mary has NO loose teeth, but I figured I would make the picture, why not, it was free. Then I would keep it on my hard drive and whip it out when she eventually looses a tooth.
Rewind to Christmas. Mary got a princess make-over at DisneyWorld and then had a fairy sprinkle her all over with pixie dust (aka glitter). It has been almost 5 months, and I still see glitter in her hair almost every day when I brush it. But, I digress.
So the morning after I made this great tooth fairy picture, I am brushing Mary's hair. I let her know I can still see the "pixie dust" in her hair. She then says, "I think the fairies visit me at night. I think they keep sprinkling pixie dust in my hair because they want me to be a fairy and go to Pixie Hollow with them." I idiotically chimed in, "Mary, I think you are right- as a matter of fact, the fairies sent me a email last night and they are visiting you at night." Then I showed her the picture- and it made her year. She could not have been more excited. She ran to her class telling everyone who would listen that fairies were visiting her while she slept. So since Monday she has been trying to stay up all night to talk to these fairies that I have convinced her are coming to visit her at night. During the day we email them and sometimes they email back.
Yesterday I realized this was going a little too far. Mary woke up every morning visably angry that she was still at home and not in Pixie Hollow as she had hoped to be. So tonight as she was preparing for bed, she asked if I could check my email to see if the fairies were coming. They hadn't come by last night, due to an inordinate amount of rain in the hollow. Then I broke the news to her that they fairires were not allowed to take her to Pixie Hollow because she was NOT a fairy, and the head fairy, who may or may not be Tinkerbell??, forbade it. She immediately broke down. Crying, or should I say wailing on and on about how she REALLY wants to be a fairy. She wrote the fairies a note, and drew them pictures hoping it might change their mind.
From a very young age, I have though Mary to be of above average intelligence.....maybe I have been wrong. Hope this episode ends soon!
Greg and I told her that we were sorry she was upset but happy she was staying with us. She didnt care much. But the last thing she said to me before she went to sleep was , "Mom, I love you more than Pixie Hollow!"
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