My daughter has been craving for pizza since over a week now. This is the only way one can get her to willingly eat some veggies (aka some pieces of pepper bell hidden under layers of cheese to hide their too green flavor). Now, do not get me wrong, I may be a distracted person, but when it comes to nutrition, I have got my secret weapons. I have a much bossy brother who steps in whenever little Princess thinks of getting around the plate of greens. With some threats to make her write a whole notebook of alphabet and numbers or some occasional emotional blackmailing or some not so emotional blackmailing (don’t be worried – nothing that could ruin a life), little Princess is getting her share of vitamins. OK, I could have found some more creative ways, and trust me, I did try but Capricious Princess would however always find a plausible (according to children’s logic) excuse to just eat a plate of plain rice.

I guess you are already judging my mommy skills by now, but that’s OK. I do not mistreat my children – oh my God, I would never ever think of that! – and I have been through this with my own parents and didn’t turn out to be a sociopath/serial killer and I now LOVE vegetables.

So I came back home tonight, with some lovingly baked pizza from my work place’s canteen (they ARE delicious) and wasn’t that much surprised when I found Cameron patiently waiting for me at the doorstep.I triumphantly handed her the microwave – heated goodies and enjoyed her glistening little eyes. These really are some small pleasures of life. She made her way to the dining table while I lazily made my way to my much deserved cup of coffee.

As I enjoyed the first sip of the hot beverage, dreaming of some faraway snow coated landscape (I am already living on the faraway island in the sun), I peeked and saw what was all but tears of joy. I was confused when I heard the loud cries which followed. Did she find out that I ordered an all-veg pizza??? Crap!

No, my little cutie was growing into a young woman! She lost her first tooth!!! Okay, not her first, I might be exaggerating a little bit to get you read the whole post. Anyway, she lost a tooth and sobbed. The competent mum that I am of course tried to comfort her. I mentioned the tooth fairy who would be glad to have to work this week-end, but she was already aware of that.

We also follow some western traditions with the exception that, instead of a Tinkle-bell like fairy, we had La petite Souris or the small mouse. Mauritius being a former french colony and still very much influenced by the french culture, it was all too normal for us to adopt this ritual a la french. The unlucky tooth is placed under the child’s pillow and the little mouse (ours is probably more tanned than France’s) comes to exchange the tooth for some money or a gift. I personally see it rather like a trade than an exchange and I place some coins worth a chocolate bar. Or should I make a stock of gifts for every unexpected tooth lost?

With my sweety in my arms, my mind was already working on the potential subject for my next blog post and while figuring out what the Little Mouse equivalent is in the further west region, I also found myself wondering what the Little Mouse equivalent is in the rest of the world.

because I did not find a better pic

I decided to do some research on the web and started with Wikipedia. Here are some interesting facts I found:

About the appearance

Rosemary Wells,  author of a number of popular children’s books: “You’ve got your basic Tinkerbell-type tooth fairy with the wings, wand, a little older and whatnot. Then you have some people who think of the tooth fairy as a man, or a bunny rabbit or a mouse.”

One review of published children’s books and popular artwork found the tooth fairy to also be depicted as a child with wings, a pixie, a dragon, a blue mother-figure, a flying ballerina, two little old men, a dental hygienist, a potbellied flying man smoking a cigar (seriously? Who would do that?), a bat, a bear and others.

Related myths

Hispanic culture also has a mouse.The Ratoncito Pérez (or Ratón Pérez) – quite the same tradition as in English-speaking countries, with Raton Perez exchanging the tooth for a gift.

In some Asian countries, such as India, Japan, Korea and Vietnam, when a child loses a tooth, it is customary for him or her to throw it onto the roof if it came from the lower jaw, or into the space beneath the floor if it came from the upper jaw. While doing this, the child shouts a request for the tooth to be replaced with the tooth of a mouse. This tradition is based on the fact that the teeth of mice grow for their entire lives, a characteristic of all rodents.

In Japan, a different variation calls for lost upper teeth to be thrown straight down to the ground and lower teeth straight up into the air; the idea is that incoming teeth will grow in straight.

In Middle Eastern countries (including Iraq, Jordan, Palestine, Egypt and Sudan), there is a tradition of throwing a baby tooth up into the sky to the sun or to Allah. This tradition may originate in a pre-Islamic offering, and dates back to at least the 13th century. It is also mentioned by Izz bin Hibat Allah Al Hadid in the 13th century.

In parts of India, young children offer their discarded baby teeth to the sun, sometimes wrapped in a tiny rag of cotton turf

The tooth fairy is less common in African cultures. (Probably because of the myth that Africans have stronger teeth which rarely fall – don’t laugh, I was set to this evidence by a European tourist back when I was a tourist guide!!! I did laugh at her face though!)

Hammaspeikko, Finnish for “tooth troll”, is a metaphorical device for explaining tooth decay (caries) to children, akin to the Tooth Fairy. Eating candy lures tooth trolls, which drill holes into teeth and look scary. Brushing the teeth scares them away. It is not clear whether the tooth troll is a single entity, or if there are many.

All the above is copied and pasted from Wikipedia.

If you have other traditions, you are the most welcomed to update me in the comments section. If not, I would be glad to read your comments nonetheless.

XOXO, Dona