
"Maybe she had too many teeth to collect. - Mom, Maybe she didn't know where to look. - T, Maybe she thought it was T who lost the tooth. - Dad, (& my personal favorite) Maybe she died. - B"
By the end of the conversation & hypotheses, we were all certain that she would come the next night. When I woke B up the next day, he once again, immediately flipped over his pillow to see how much he made on his front tooth.
Nope, that dang tooth was still there! WHAT THE FREAK, FAIRY!?!?! Can't you get it right the second time?? This poor little boy wants his money. He did his part. Is it so hard for you to leave a quarter or something to help the kid out??
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Update: B received a $1 bill. (I think that the Tooth Fairy felt a little guilty...)