So, I’ve done a deal. By which I mean I’ve sold my soul to the devil. Or rather the tooth fairy. In exchange for additional teeth I don’t need, I am now enslaved to produce a sketch each time a tooth breaks free. 

It started as a fun sketch for my two kids when they each lost a tooth. I thought it would make the tooth fairy more fun. And then it became a thing and they all wanted it.

I have five children in the house, aged from 10 years down to 6 months. Granted, the youngest isn’t causing trouble yet, but between them all they’ll gain and lose 100 teeth. Accounting for the ones already fallen before I started this, and the ones I’ve already down, I’m guessing I have another 78 drawings to do over the next 8 years.
There may be no other drawings from me for looooonnnnnggg time.

This one below is the latest, for the 10 year old. Hers are darker and more, well, morose. She is a tween after all. It’s all gone a bit emo…