This note was found under Cade’s pillow last week, along with a long delayed dollar bill. Apparently the Tooth Fairy was so overdue that the tooth was no longer under the pillow. Also, FYI: Diggory is our dog.
This is the Tooth Fairy. I am so sorry for being such a big loser and not coming for your tooth. I got caught in a bad storm while at the North Pole, and Santa was too sick to give me a ride. I am so tired of Santa and all his lame excuses.
I hope all your teeth fall out soon so you can get a lot more money. Eat a lot of candy and don’t brush them if you want to make this happen.
The Tooth Fairy
Twenty years ago, I might have read this note and thought, “Eww. That’s weird.” And maybe you’re thinking that now. But don’t judge me. I’ve been brainwashed. This is the kind of humor I live with 24/7. Most of the joking around in our house has something to do with the dog–what he’s thinking or saying or doing.
Now I just laugh along with everyone else. (But I do make the kids brush their teeth–even the wiggly ones.)