I wanted a picture of Darren's new smile to show you but he wasn't in the mood. "Moooom, don't take a camera of me!"



Anyway, he brings home his tooth in this teeny tiny little treasure box and I open the treasure box and it's empty. Great. He dug around in his back pack for a while and did eventually find the tooth and put it back in the treasure box. Bedtime comes and he puts the treasure box under his pillow and goes to bed all excited.
The next morning I spotted a dollar bill laying on the coffee table, scooped it up, and went to put it under Darren's pillow. There was no treasure box. Crap. I search around a little longer, which is difficult because I didn't want to wake him up, but I can't find that dang treasure box. I leave the dollar anyway, just in case, and go wake up Zach. He goes to look for it but he can't find it either. We decide, oh well, we'll look for it later when he's not around.
But then Zach tells me, "You gave him his own dollar. The dollar on the coffee table was the dollar Mrs. Nicole gave him last night." I said, "Ohhh, OK" and I went back into the living room, got a dollar from my wallet and put it on the coffee table where the other dollar had been.
Later that morning Darren meets me in the kitchen with the dollar in his hand. I said "Awesome, did the Tooth Fairy come see you last night?" He just looks at me with this confused look on his face, "she gave me my dollar that Mrs. Nicole gave me." I feign stupidity, "What? Where's the dollar Mrs. Nicole gave you?". I know what your thinking, because I was thinking it too, How did he know? A dollar is a dollar right? He answers me that question as I'm nonchalantly trying to get him over to the coffee table to see my replacement dollar, "Mom, this is how I folded Mrs. Nicole's dollar." And then the statement that broke my heart, "the Tooth Fairy did give this to me right Mom?" I felt horrible, he is only six years old, and this is only the second tooth he has ever lost and he is already questioning the Tooth Fairy. How was I supposed to know he folded that one special?! I tell him of course she did and show him the other dollar and everything was OK.
That is until a couple days later when he is cleaning his room and discovers the treasure box under his bed! All we hear is, "Hey! She didn't take my tooth." Zach and I are just frozen in a cringe. So we told him the truth, the Tooth Fairy just couldn't find it and he needs to put it under his pillow again in something bigger this time so she can come pick it up. The next morning when he comes out of his room he is disappointed all over again. This time the tooth was gone, but there wasn't any money. The Tooth Fairy thought she had already paid for that tooth, but she was apparently mistaken. Don't worry, I fired her ass. We have a new Tooth Fairy now.