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A few months ago, Brandon lost a fake tooth. I call it a fake tooth, because even though it was his first baby tooth to come out, the dentist took it out, so it doesn’t count. It’s fake. A few days ago, he lost his first real tooth. An eensy weensy tiny one in the front, on the bottom. We practically lost the thing because it’s so tiny!

He was definitely excited. We were at Grandma’s house when the tooth finally came out, and of course, Grandma had to give him some money. And by some money, I mean FIVE DOLLARS.

Five dollars? For one tooth? You know the tooth fairy has to one-up Grandma, and being this is our first tooth of all the kids, I’m going to need a second mortgage by the time all these teeth are gone!

Oh, and then Brandon charged people a quarter to look at his tooth. And another quarter to look at the hole in his mouth. Smart kid.

Well, six dollars and seventy-five cents later, we went home and wrapped the tooth up for the tooth fairy to come get it during the night.

Dad wasn’t with us during this exciting time, but Brandon called him and told him, and Mike assured him he would be home before bedtime to see the tooth.

But he wasn’t.

Brandon was okay with it and was probably more excited about doubling his income overnight. So I assigned Mike the task of tooth fairy so he could at least play a small part in this whole Real Tooth Losing thing.

The next morning, I asked Mike how much money he left Brandon for his tooth. Mike stares at me.

Blink. Blink.

“What tooth?” He asks. I gave him a second and then I saw the light come on… “Oh crap! I completely forgot!”

He hurried to Brandon’s room as quietly as possible because the boys were certainly going to wake up any second. But he was too late.

Brandon met him in the hallway, tooth in hand, puzzled look on his face...

Brandon: “The tooth fairy didn’t take my tooth!”

Mike: “Oh, well, I talked to her last night, and I asked her to leave it so that I could see it and she said that was okay.”

Brandon: “But she didn’t leave me any money either!”

Mike: “Are you sure? Lets go look.”

Mike was able to hide the money in his hand, reach under the pillow and… “Look, Brandon! Here it is!” Brandon was excited. But also disappointed because the tooth fairy left him the same amount of money that Grandma gave him.

So, then the next night, we re-positioned the tooth for the fairy. Again.

Mike was in charge. Again.

The next afternoon, I asked Mike what he did with the tooth (so that it can properly hidden, of course).

Mike stares at me.

Blink. Blink.

“What tooth?”