My name is Trixie Trident. I'm a tooth fairy in the story, "Pillow Talk." Although you wouldn't know I'm a tooth fairy just by looking. I'm the same size as an average human woman. No wings. And I definitely won't be wearing a tutu any time soon! That's not a good look for anyone, know what I mean? The writer of my story, Ruth J. Hartman, asked if I would mind telling you a little about myself. So for a while, I'll be doing her blog posts.
By day, I make handmade jewelry. I have a knack for looking at something ordinary, like a button, or an acorn, and creating a one-of-a-kind piece of wearable art. And I do enjoy doing that. But my night job is my passion. Climbing in windows to steal exfoliated teeth from little kids is what I live for. But being a tooth fairy isn't something you can fill out a resume for, or apply for online. No, being a TF is something you're born with. And I was fortunate enough to get the gift.
I love all of my little dental charges. They are all unique. But there's this one kid, little Timmy Westfellar. He loses so many teeth, his mouth will be bald by the second grade. I'm getting kinda tired of climbing in that particular window. I keep thinking one of these days, I stop getting my night-time calls from my supervisor to go to his house. But for now, to Timmy's house I'll go...