I learned an ugly truth in second grade. From a teacher no less.
The tooth fairy may not be an actual wing-wearing, coin-toting magical creature after all. She might be nothing but a fairy-tale.
I was horrified, scandalized, and permanently immunized — against such childish flights of fancy.
Now I’m a parent, and I’m wondering if there’s ever a right time to shine the glaring light of reality onto a child’s eyes. At what age should you have that “talk” about imaginary heroes propagated by toy sellers and story books.
Maybe you never have that talk, and the innocent learn the hard truth from playmates or teachers. Yes, you wait. Because childhood fantasy is a precious gift and dreams don’t come gift-wrapped by elves.
Susan Simpson, Staff Writer