Tony, here. Caleb lost another tooth on Wednesday. Lana pulled it, because neither of us can inflict pain on our offspring in that manner. Lana, you know stuff's gotta be done. Muchas gracias. The tooth went under the pillow, awaiting just compensation. Around our house, because we get so busy and sometimes forget to extend funding to the tooth fairy program in a timely fashion, we have a policy: for each day the tooth fairy does not pay for said tooth, a 25-cent late fee is tacked on to the going rate of $1. It assuages the disappointment, that way.
Well, Friday morning rolls around, I roust the eldest son from his slumber. He heads to the head, and I go grab a buck to slip under the pillow. Sara reminds me of the late fee. I have no coinage on me, so she goes back into our still-darkened bedroom to grab 4 bits. She snags two coins, hands them to me, I quickly slip them under the pillow, with the dollar.
About five minutes later, Caleb brings me an odd-looking coin, and asks why the tooth fairy would give him such. "It says right on it, NO CASH VALUE!", he says.
In the dark and disoriented state of just rising in the morning, the tooth fairy had apparently unwittingly slipped Caleb a carousel token from Columbia Mall.
Hey, beats a car wash token.
2 comments:
Too fuuny! We have been fortunate enough to not forget Shelby's teeth, yet, but we are only at number 5 or so!
Reva-
This is only Caleb's sixth or seventh, we are just little forgetful. If we're this bad with the first child, poor Nate doesn't stand a chance of every getting anything from the tooth fairy!
Sara
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