Thompson Family Stories

Thompson Family

Don and Barb Thompson had 8 children, Donald, Jeff, John, Pat, Barbara, Linda, Laura, and Peter. Barb remembers one time when all the children came down with the flu at the same time. She had them all lined up sleeping on the dining room floor so that she could take care of them more easily than running from room to room.
--Cindy Hansen

I met Donald when we were both working as Student Aides in Milwaukee's Downtown Central Library. He worked down in the garage sorting books that were going out to the various neighborhood libraries. He also loaded carts with books that came back from other libraries and brought them upstairs to be sorted by the other Student Aides, like me. Occasionally I worked at the Wells Street return window, and he'd bring me a cart of books there. He always stayed to talk for a while, because talking was one of the things he did a lot of! I enjoyed that and started to realize that I was looking forward to seeing him. I made sure I combed my hair and looked all pretty before he showed up. After I started college, I ran into him on the UWM campus. We started dating, and eventually married in 1980.
--Cindy Hansen

Story of Heather's Birth (told by Cindy 12/13/11)

Story of Mike's Birth (told by Cindy 12/13/11)

Jaundice (told by Cindy 12/13/11)

Mike

When Heather was 3-1/2, we were watching Mister Rogers' TV show. He was talking about kissing and hugging. Heather and I chatted about how much we love to kiss and hug. Then I asked Heather what she would do if a "stranger" wanted to kiss and hug her. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'd karate him."
--Cindy Hansen

Cindy Hansens's Journal Entry on 5/4/2011:

Excerpt from a letter to my friend, Sheila:

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January 5, 1996

...The funniest thing happened a couple days ago. Michael's teacher called me at work and told me that Michael lost a tooth at school but he wasn't going to tell me because he wanted to prove that the Tooth Fairy doesn't exist. She thought it would be fun and sneaky to tell me so that I can surprise Michael. She's so funny. I made up a memo from the Tooth Fairy.

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MEMO

To: Michael Thompson
Acct #Milw110785

From: The Tooth Fairy

Dear Michael,

It has come to my attention that you lost a tooth yesterday at school. Normally, I would follow my regular procedure and switch your tooth with 50 cents. But, when your tooth fell out, my "Unbeliever Alarm" went off. This only happens if a tooth falls out of the head of a child who thinks the Tooth Fairy does not exist. I had an emergency meeting with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. They both told me that you don't believe in them either. THIS IS SERIOUS! If this continues, you run the risk of losing all your childhood benefits of Christmas stockings, Easter Baskets, and 50 cents for lost teeth. Please don't let this happen again. YOU MUST BELIEVE IN ME! I am willing to pretend my alarm didn't go off...this time. I can't promise you that Santa and the Easter Bunny will be as kind as I am.

Take care,

The Tooth Fairy

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It was all I could do to keep from staring at the hole in Michael's face that night! He looked like Alfred E. Newman from Mad Magazine. At one point during the evening, he told me that he was lying about something and I would find out the truth in the morning. Later, he confided in Donald about his tooth but he told him not to tell me. Of course, Donald already knew about it but he didn't say anything. We have a special wooden box that the kids put their teeth in and find 50 cents in the morning. Michael had put his tooth in there so it was easy to make the switch and leave the memo after he went to bed. The look on his face in the morning was priceless! He was totally stumped, then he decided that his dad had done it. We showed him that the letter was printed on paper we didn't have, and printed on a laser printer instead of our bubble jet printer. He still thought it was his dad but his confidence was wavering. This morning, I hinted that one of the quarters came from me and the other from his dad. Then a little later I told him that I had written the note at work. I could see his brain grinding away trying to make sense of how I could have known about his tooth. Suddenly, his eyes got wide and he started laughing extra hard. He said, "Ms. Johnson called you on the cellular phone she got for Christmas, then you wrote the note at work, and then you left me the money and the note!" Then he started to feel embarrassed when he realized how many people were in on this plan to trick him, and then he said he was a little mad. So I apologized but I said it was great fun for us to out-scheme someone who is such a schemer. Then I said what he really wanted to hear, "You're right Michael, there is no such thing as the Tooth Fairy." What a big smile he had.

Cindy

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But apparently, the challenge of tricking his mom was still lurking in Mike's head. Two years later, in August of 1998, Mike lost a tooth and didn't tell anyone this time. The next morning he triumphantly brandished the tooth from the box. "I lost a tooth and you didn't know it, and I didn't get any money. Ha!! You're the Tooth Fairy!"

I created an email account (which I still use today) for Tooth Fairy Headquarters. Toothfairyhq. I sent Mike an email from the Tooth Fairy apologizing for getting behind in her money delivery. She was aware that he lost a tooth and she'll get the money to him as soon as possible.

It was signed,
Dentella Floss
Tooth Fairy Headquarters

That's the name my mom made up for the Tooth Fairy back when I was a kid waiting several days for my dime for the tooth I lost. Yeah, this whole thing is generational. The nuts don't fall far from the tree!

Michael was amused by the email but not fooled, of course. More so, he was very satisfied with himself for achieving his goal.

--Cindy Hansen


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