A few days ago, Phoebe lost her second tooth. That very night, the Tooth Fairy came and collected Phoebe’s tooth from under her pillow, leaving Phoebe a dollar, and a case of pneumonia.
It took us a while to catch on to the second gift, as it was more subtle, and not left in the little pouch under Phoebe’s pillow.
She’d had the weird spike of a fever on Tuesday, but by Wednesday she was fever free, and Thursday she was back at school. She’s had a nagging cough, though, which has beenn making it hard for her to sleep. And it’s been going on for a couple of weeks. By Friday night, John convinced me that we should consult the doctor’s office. I called and got us an appointment yesterday morning, but I admit that I was mostly expecting to be told that Phoebe had a cough. The doctor was able to confirm that Phoebe had a cough, but also heard a crackle in Phoebe’s right lung. So, Phoebe gets to be back on antibiotics.
You may be wondering why I blame the Tooth Fairy. All I can say is that around the time Phoebe lost her first tooth, she caught strep. Coincidence? I think not.
Oh, fine. I admit that I may possibly be scapegoating the Tooth Fairy. The real culprit may well be Phoebe herself:
Phoebe just can’t seem to resist the urge to feel her wiggly teeth. And then the gap once a tooth falls out. And then the new tooth starting to poke up through the gums. The fingers keep ending up in the mouth.
What worries me is that we have a whole lot of baby teeth left to go. And there are a whole lot of diseases out there that Phoebe has yet to experience.
So what will it be next, Tooth Fairy? Small pox? Anthrax? Tuberculosis? If this keeps up, we may have to figure some sort of anti-fairy security system.
(By they way, Phoebe seems totally fine, other than the cough and that one day with fever, and a bit of tiredness.)