Sydney and I walked into her kindergarten classroom. As we walked into their coat area, one little girl tapped my arm.
When she smiled, I could see she was missing a tooth. She confirmed it,
“I lost my tooth.”
Me: “I can see that.”
Her: “The tooth fairy paid me a dollar for it.”
A boy: “The tooth fairy paid me five dollars when I lost my tooth.”
Me: Wow. When I was little, I only received a quarter for a tooth.
Several kids: “What?”
The little boy: “I only have dollars in my piggy bank. I don’t take change.”
Me: Trying not to explode with laughter.
Syd: “Nana, I need to tell you something.”
Syd took me by the hand and led me to a corner, saying,
“Nana, I need to tell you something. The tooth fairy is your parents . . . you know . . . Grandpa and Grandma Carlisle.”
(I’m relieved. I thought maybe we were going to need time for a long talk. Five-year-old Syd has more than once started a deep conversation when I’m headed out the door.)
Syd: “Are you okay?” Are you sad?”
Me: “I’m good Syd. Thank-you.”
I said my usual words to her,
“Syd, make it a great day. I love you.”
Syd: “Nana . . . they owe you money.”
Kindergartners are the best ever—Kerrie
Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2017 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED