The way we know she does this, is because when all four kids wake up the next morning, there's a little bit of sparkle dust, sprinkled right on each face.
Our little girl has grown to love this especially. The boys, well, not so much. Oh, it was cute when they were little, but now, they're not really having it.
You can imagine their dismay then, when she came to visit our eight year old last night. It was late, in her defense.
I think I heard her around one in the morning when she slammed into the window, almost forgetting to stop by.
She had her pocket of fairy dust in hand with her money in the other.
After she carefully felt all over the bed and under the pillow for the baby tooth like a needle in a haystack, I heard her sigh of relief when she found it.
Replacing the tooth with the loot, she then ever so carefully removed the cap of her fairy dust, to sprinkle over our son with a kiss. Flying on to the other rooms, each child was kissed the same.
It was the first time she used this new kind of fairy dust, which seemed to be much finer with smaller sparkles than the old kind. She thought it wouldn't be as obvious, in turn, pleasing the boys.
Little did she know.
In the morning, our eight year old, Preston, woke up with a yelp. "She came! She CAME!" The other three went to his room, then all came out to show us his riches.
Adam and I gasped as the cast of 'Twilight' approached, when four sparkly children, one, minus a tooth and waving a dollar, climbed into our bed.
Covering my mouth, I giggled as Adam whispered, "Whaaaaaaat happened?".
It took awhile to get the sparkle off and I'll probably have to wash their pajamas and sheets, at least three times.
Even though the Tooth Fairy won't come around much longer, I guess her sparkly kisses will have to be reserved for our little girl from now on.
It will be too hard to try to explain to the school why our kids all randomly sparkle, or why the boys have to fight their way through lunches and recess.
The next tooth that's lost will eventually come, though. In our house, it seems like it happens every other day. She'll flutter around the house, probably in the wee morning hours still, but this time, her heart will hurt just a little, knowing her boys are too grown for fairy dust.
No matter how old they'll be, she'll always see them as her babies, and never fail to kiss their cheek...she'll just have a little less sparkle next time. Okay, a lot less sparkle.