The Tooth Fairy is late again.
Not in a menstrual sense.
Although …maybe …
No, in the sense that the self-extracted tooth was placed ever so gently in a (good, not to be used for teeth) glass filled with (far too much ) water, awaiting the arrival of the Tooth Fairy and for the replacement of the tooth with a single, gold coin some two nights ago.
Grumblings were had by boy-child, who then attempted to have his say about what the Tooth Fairy should be leaving in place of a tooth.
“I’d really like a Skylander,” he said, telling me the name of said Skylander, knowing I have said Skylander sitting on my desk awaiting his exceptional behaviour and whose name went entirely in of my ears and out the other.
“Tooth Fairies only do one dollar,” I replied.
“No,” he says. “I read a book where this kid got an emu egg from the Tooth Fairy.”
“Well, maybe I … um, the Tooth Fairy doesn’t