As it sure happened to many of today's adults, and it happens to many children, when I was little I dropped a tooth in school. I fell and that night I had no gift from Ratoncito Pérez because I couldn't take it home (now I tell you my story, for those who want to read it).
Something similar happened to a child a few days ago with the same result: he could not take his tooth home. In her case there was a happy ending, because in this situation, the center director decided to solve the problem and opted for write a letter that I personally found very beautiful, because thanks to her, the next morning, the boy saw fulfilled his little dream.
The director explaining everything that happened
That is the letter. There are times when it seems that the most logical thing is to tell the truth, or times when we try to keep the lie, with another, and that does not help the child. Surely his parents thought that it was best to say something like "quiet, sure Mouse Perez will know and bring you something", and perhaps the boy refused to believe it: "no, because he only brings something if you give your tooth in return. "
I can imagine the scene, I can imagine the disappointment for the child and the parents' attempts to find a solution, and it finally appears in the hands of the center director, that as such, some type of contact must have with that well-known mouse.
He wrote the letter, and with it the boy had the confirmation that he was not lying, that he had really lost his tooth. And thanks to that voluntary gesture, Ignacio was happy again at the loss of his precious tooth.
And what happened to my tooth?
More than once I have explained to you that my house does not come the Little Mouse Perez. Los Reyes and Santa Claus yes, in our own way, that of "we do it, but if you ask us we will not deny it". One of the reasons is the disappointment that I took when my parents told me the truth, a monumental anger for so many years of deception, and for suffering situations like that day, with my tooth.
That afternoon at school I realized that a tooth was falling and I caught it before it fell to the ground or swallowed it unintentionally, and at the time of going home I started playing with it. I raised the chair to the table, the other way around, as we did every afternoon, and I dedicated myself to pass the tooth through the metal legs of the chair with the bad luck that it was going to fall, through a hole, into those hateful hollow tubes greens that made up the structure of the chair.
I wanted to get it back, so I shook the chair nervously, trying to get it through the same hole I had foolishly put it in. So until the teacher told me to be still at once, and to come, that we were going home. And we left.
I didn't say anything to the teacher because I knew I couldn't get the tooth. I didn't say anything to my parents because I knew they couldn't get their teeth back either. And that night nobody came home to leave me anything, because I had no tooth. My parents did not realize that I had fallen, they had enough with six children, and confess that that night should have come the Perez Mouse, but that it did not come because of me, it must have seemed like something too shameful.
That is why I cannot say that I have a good memory of Ratoncito Pérez and that is why I have always had many reservations with this. Do they drop a tooth? Well we have a detail. So if one day they lose it, what can happen, the detail will have it equally.
In any case, for those children who come home without a tooth, the director's solution seems perfect to me. Perhaps he would ignore that he behaves well and does not tell lies, because he also avoids blackmail in that sense, but that does not mean that the letter is a gesture to be valued positively.
