The one with the tooth fairy and the creepy doll

After almost three weeks of wobbling, my oldest lost her first tooth while eating a jacket potato.

This is a momentous occasion and the source of great excitement in her five-year-old life.

She’s talked of little else since the first wobble, informing family, friends and classmates and giving them all a demonstration of its wobbliness.

I’m glad the bugger finally fell out to be honest, I’m not great with that kind of thing and I certainly don’t want to watch. I’m very glad we didn’t have to resort to string and door handles.

After being lost a couple of times, the teeny tiny tooth was placed inside a little plastic Shopkins pot to be popped under her pillow when she went to bed.

In a bid to stay up just that little bit later she insisted on writing a little note, telling the tooth fairy precisely where the tooth was located, which she blue-tacked to her bedroom door.

Sleep didn’t come as quickly as it should have.

Over excitement does that to kids.

We gave up hanging around and waiting, and went downstairs where after doing what any good parent would do and googling the going rates for tooth fairies (£1, FYI) and scrabbling round trying to find some money, we had dinner and settled down to watch The OA on Netflix.

As with all compelling Netflix series, it’s impossible to not just start watching the next episode and before we knew it, our self appointed sensible 10.30pm bedtime had flown past and it was heading towards midnight.

Now to appreciate the next part of this tale, you need to know that at some point earlier that evening, my HILARIOUS husband had been into our daughter’s bedroom and removed her ridiculously huge, very creepy but much loved Rapunzel doll and for reasons I can’t quite fathom, positioned it on the stairs.

And so, at 11.45ish pm, as I made my way upstairs in the dark and stumbled across the shadowy figure of the dead-eyed, demon Rapunzel, it scared the crap out of me.

I am not ashamed to admit it. Bastard thing.

The resultant yelp from me coming across this soulless abomination on my way to bed, in the dark, unsurprisingly made my daughter stir.

Operation tooth fairy in motion…

*** ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION *** SUBJECT IS WAKING.

It was well after 12 when she fell asleep, once again excited because she thought she may have heard the fairy which she kind of did, I suppose.

Finally, about two hours after we’d usually be fast asleep, my husband successfully got the shiny pound coin lodged under her pillow and retrieved the tooth.

After which he moved the bloody doll to my wardrobe where it lay in wait for me this morning.

I will get my revenge. It may be slow, but you mark my words, I’ll get it.