The toothfairy at my house is a complete lamebrain.
My baby loses his first tooth. And I think, this one is important. This one I will remember. The very first night. Into the chambers I will creep.
And every day I keep saying that and every night I forget until I see his toothless grin the next morning. Every night until the kid throws the tooth out or loses it.
I finally snuck a handful of change into his top drawer in the middle of the day. When he discovered it, I told him that must be where he misplaced the tooth, and the toothfairy found it finally.
Somebody shoot me.