A Fairy Blunder

In our house, the “tooth fairy” wears man pants, is prone to 5’oclock shadow, and has an alternate ego as a salesman with high travel demands.

I don’t know how or why it happened, but somehow that one fell into the “Daddy-do” side of our job delegations. I suspect it’s related to the fact that he conducts the lock down each night (putting the dog in the kennel, checking the doors, setting the alarm, etc.). Part of his nightly rounds includes peeking at our girls to ensure their safety and well-being. I guess if he’s the last one checking on them, it seemed logical that he perform the monetary exchange for any newly lost teeth. He’s going in there anyway, right?