The day the childhood magic died
A topical story in the fact that it has a mention of Christmas but was set in the late Spring a good many years ago.

There is about 4 years difference with me being the older and clever brother him being the younger more artistic and we used to fight on a regular basis.



My brother had lost another tooth and as is customry this was wrapped in a piece of toilet roll and left under his pillow to await the visit of the tooth fairy. Who would if history taught us anything leave a shiny new 20p piece in exchange.

SPOILER WARNING RE TOOTH FAIRY.

Now I was well aware of the reality of the tooth fairy but my brother was not, but about a week earlier I had also lost a tooth, (through some freak of genetics I had lost a couple of my teeth twice and one three times all being replaced). And I thought I wanted a piece of the funds, so agreed with my brother that I would also put my tooth under his pillow so we both got something.

The next morning my tooth had been replaced by a shiny 20p but my brothers tooth was still in place. To say he was distraught was an understatement, he wouldn’t stop crying as he felt he had been ignored. My dad was trying to explain to my mum that he had definitly taken a tooth out from under the pillow.

And then the truth came out. Dad decided to explain to my brother that the tooth fairy didn’t really exist and it was him. And then through tears and sniffs he said

”So there is no Father Christmas either then”

And so I got the blame for ruining the magic of childhood for my brother.
(lordofallhesurveys How appropriate you fight like a cow, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 16:06, Reply)