The Tooth Fairy has a bad track-record in our home. Once, she didn’t come for three days after my brother lost a molar. When questioned, my dad said it was because he’d forgotten to put up the Tooth Fairy radar. Who knew the Tooth Fairy was so technologically advanced? Our tardy tooth collector has an excuse for every occasion, as evidenced by the time my sister received a note under her pillow alongside the long-delayed quarters. The contents? According to the Tooth Fairy, a massive fight had broken out at the local school, and she was so snowed under with teeth, she had to delay her visit to our home. Twenty-twenty was also a rough year for the Tooth Fairy, and she demanded hazard pay, apparently. Oh, and over the years, she was frequently delayed by bad weather.
Or so my dad told us.
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