Cut to the Chase
Our house has a pretty miserable excuse for a tooth fairy.
Like one of the last times #4, thrilled over her latest lost tooth, put it under her pillow. I fully meant to engage the tooth fairy on her job before I went to bed. I really did. But I was tired. And I forgot.
In the morning, #4 came to me with a sad little furrow on her brow. "The tooth fairy didn't come."
#3, who is older and wiser and knows a bit about the ways of the world, helped distract #4 while I ran around the house for change and sneaked it into her room.
Turns out the tooth fairy just pushed the money into an awkward corner deep under her pillow so she didn't see it.
Yesterday, #3 lost one of her last teeth. An hour or so later, I walked into my office to find a 5X7 piece of red cardstock on my desk and a note from her on it:
Can I have a buck?
Plus a smiley face . . . and her tooth.
Smart gal. Might as well cut to the chase, get your cash, and not risk Mom forgetting to whip the tooth fairy into action.