Irene the Weasle

Seems I have two awkward situations to weasle myself out of this morning. The first being the hasty deletion of my blog. During a brief period of self-loathing (due to recent events ike the one described below), I decided I no longer could afford the distraction of posting. That was foolhardy and just plain cruel to those of my fans who suffered alarm and confusion.

So here's one incident that has occured in the last 12 hours that will help shed some light on just how over-extended I am feeling these days. My son lost another tooth yesterday and drifted off to sleep last night with the bicuspid beneath his pillow. He woke this morning and promptly reported that the tooth fairy had not paid a visit. Right. That's because the tooth fairy drifted off to sleep with a novel on her chest and awoke this morning preoccupied with the day's agenda. Fortunately my son, (who I suspect may be on to the tooth fairy,) was not terribly upset, but was looking for an explanation. So I hemmed and hawed and muttered something about how I seem to recollect a similar incident occuring to me as a youth. But as I putzed around the kitchen, riddled with guilt, I remembered that last night cowboys 1 and 2 were caught pilfering candy out of the kitchen. So I poked my head between my son and the t.v. and suggested to him that perhaps the Tooth Fairy was aware of the candy stealing that he had been party to. He considered this with a bit of a guilty grin on his face. I said that the Tooth Fairy probably suspected the tooth had fallen out due to negligence (too much candy consumption) and that the tooth would not be covered in the Tooth Fairy's policy. Do you know? I think he bought it.