This week I dropped the ball as a parent.
But in this instance, it was a pivotal ball drop.
I forgot about my tooth fairy duties.
My 6 year old lost a tooth this week. Days of anticipation led up to the moment it finally fell out. Twisting, wiggling, pushing, pulling…
Days of effort were put in to getting that tooth out.
And in a rare organized Mommy moment I had successfully purchased the tooth fairy’s gift days in advance. That doesn’t usually happen. We are normally scrounging around the night of the tooth fairy’s visit looking for anything we can stick under the pillow. Those are the nights when neither my husband or I have any cash, no regiftable trinket on-hand and completely empty pillow cushions. I once stuck a scratch-off lotto ticket under my kid’s pillow because we were in such a bind.
So, yeah…I saw the potential for tooth loss in our near future and decided to be prepared.
Finally the day came and the tooth made the grand voyage from mouth to tooth pillow.
I said to my husband, I have the tooth fairy covered already. I PLANNED. Mom of the week goes to me.
I got cocky.
Bedtime finally came and kiddo went to sleep with his sweet little tooth pillow tucked under his head.
My husband and I went on with our night, which consisted of super important things like watching Happy Endings and Jersey Shore.
When we decided to turn in for the evening I was too distracted by Pauly D’s blowout I completely forgot about my sweet, innocent child’s pre-planned tooth fairy prize.
The next morning I woke up to my child running into my bedroom crying because the tooth fairy didn’t come. DIDN’T COME!
I silently cursed Pauly D’s blow out. Then I cursed my husband! How could he LET ME FORGET!
Instantly I get the brilliant idea to sneak the prize under his pillow without him looking.
I stealthy grabbed the prize, shoved it under my shirt and made my way into his room. Quickly, like a spy, I pulled a Raiders of the Lost Ark and switched the tooth with the prize, dodged a few boulders and made my way out of the room with my child being none the wiser.
Then I delved deep into parenting manipulation.
I blamed my child for not looking well enough.
I said something to the effect of…The prize was there all along, your room is just so messy you couldn’t see the prize. Maybe if you cleaned once in a while you wouldn’t lose so many things. I am surprised the tooth fairy was even able to find your pillow with all this mess!
Ever need to know what not to do as a parent, just come here. My poor children.
Now, before you feel too sorry for them, to make up for the tooth fairy guilt trip I layed on them earlier in the day I made them this pie.
It’s what I do. I parent in sugar.
I am not normally a pie person, but this is basically a cookie in a crust. That’s pie I can get behind.
First you make your salty pretzel crust.
Just crush some pretzels up with butter and sugar.
Then make your yummy blondie filling. You might need to sample it. Just in case…
Here’s a before and after…
The pie didn’t last too long. I mean it’s a Pretzel Crusted Peanut Butter Cup Blondie Pie. Didn’t stand a chance.
Let’s check out the butt of a slice. All the pretzely goodness…
I love you pie.