An excited Godzilla comes racing out to the kitchen.
“I got a letter from the Tooth Fairy!” he yells, elatedly.
“Wow!” I respond. Sleepily, but pleased he is pleased. And so be bloody should be. Does he have any idea what I went through to get it to him.
“But,” he says. “The Tooth Fairy never comes when it rains! And she came. I’m so happy.”
Humph. I wish they’d tell me when I’ve been granted an extension.
