My kid has been dropping teeth like crazy, so I've been prancing around in the wee hours of the night sprinkling glitter (aka fairy dust) and bartering teeth for money. It's a weird job... but someone's got to do it.
The other night I ran into a Tooth Fairy emergency. No cash. My hubby and I rarely ever carry around anything other than plastic, so typically we hit the bank up on special occassions like this. Unfortunately, it was 1am... far too late for a road trip.
So, I did what every other mother would do. I went into panic mode. I channeled my former college self, and began to scrape the bottom of my purse for every coin I could find.
"What's the going rate for top teeth these days?"I silently screamed, "Does the Tooth Fairy HAVE to give money? What about gum? Or some chapstick?"
Right when I was about to shove an 'IOU note' under her pillow, I found gold. And by gold, I mean quarters. Eight of them.
Halleluiah.
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