Alisa and I recently saw an ad on TV wherein a child gets $1 for their tooth from the Tooth Fairy, and then the punchline comes when the kid points out to the parents that their sibling (I assume) got $2.
I don’t know about you, but I got 50 cents from the tooth fairy. I did not go through childhood believing that I had a mouthful of cash, and it really wasn’t a big deal. I know some kids who got five bucks. Five bucks!? When we have kids, the Tooth Fairy’s middle name is going to be ‘Cold Dose of Reality’:
Future Child: “Daddy, daddy! The Tooth Fairy came and left me a note!”
Me: “What does it say?”
FC: “It says: ‘Dear Child, congrats on the tooth. I give you permission to grow another one to replace it, so you can chew your food… for which you should be very thankful. Love, Tooth Fairy’. I thought the Tooth Fairy gave money, Daddy.”
Me: “See how wrong you were? Eat your breakfast… if you still can.”
I see this working out well for us. Don’t you?