It's official. The tooth fairy is fired! My son had lost one of his molars, and he put it in the special pillow for the tooth fairy to take. In the morning, he came downstairs with this news:
"Mama, the tooth fairy forgot, again!"
"So, what should we do about this tooth fairy?" I asked.
"Fire her!" he answered without having to think about it.
I nodded. "Then who's going to collect the teeth and leave the money?"
"The tooth dinosaur."
(Hmmm. I wonder how quiet the tooth dinosaur can be!)