Joel woke-up crying. I thought he might have wet his bed. Not so much.
The tooth fairy didn’t come last night.
The ever-lovin’ tooth fairy failed to trade lost tooth #2 for some hard cold cash.
My heartbroken son cried, “Maybe it’s because my tooth was dirty.”
“No buddy, maybe she was behind.”
I offered another possibility, “Maybe a kid lost all his teeth and she had to spend a lot of time for that emergency.”
Joel seemed to accept that possibility. I heard him tell his buddy at the bus stop that the tooth fairy didn’t come, but prolly a kid lost all his teeth so the tooth fairy had to help with that emergency.
I’m certain she will make it up to him tonight. However, that doesn’t mean the tooth fairy responsible doesn’t feel like a big jerk.
