Recently, you lost your first tooth. Due to unforseen circumstances, the tooth fairy didn't do her job overnight and instead visited our house the following morning while we were out. Later that day, we heard you yell that your tooth was gone. Daddy and I expected you to happily bound down the stairs brandishing your shiny, new twoonie. In reality, you stomped down the stairs in a fit of rage insisting that a robber had stolen your tooth and replaced it with a twoonie that he or she had obviously stolen from your purse.
What followed next was a long, heated debate between you, Daddy and I about what had happened. We repeatedly dismissed your version of events as implausible and for that I must apologize. In hindsight, I can't believe we were dismissive of your theory while pedalling a story about a tooth collecting fairy who breaks into kids' rooms leaving money in exchange for teeth. In our defence, many other parents would have reacted in a similar manner. Parenting is weird.
Love,
Mommy
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