(ok, here I go again breaking my rule about not writing about family)
I screwed up big time. Yesterday afternoon my daughter lost one of her baby teeth. This is probably the fifth or sixth tooth she’s lost, so it’s no longer a big deal to me. After the trauma of getting the tooth out and taking care of the blood, I forgot all about it until this morning when she woke up. She always sings in the morning, and she’s always known I'm the tooth fairy (please, don’t let the last part of that description get around). This morning, it wasn’t a joyful song. She made up a song that went something like, "Daddy, Daddy, I’m so mad. Daddy, Daddy, I’m so sad. Daddy, Daddy, you're the tooth fairy. Daddy, Daddy, you forgot!" Obviously, I’m now going to have to make it up to her. She suggested I could take her to San Francisco on the train. That doesn’t sound like atonement or penitence; that’s extortion.