Forty-three years ago, I knocked my own tooth down my throat while showing my first-grade teacher how loose it was. She was gracious enough to write my mom a note so the Tooth Fairy would come. My Colton was always creeped out by the idea that someone would be in his room while he slept, so he'd leave a note somewhere besides under his pillow.
Story from today...
Little cutie-pie: While I was at Disneyworld the Tooth Fairy left me a five dollar bill. She'd never done that before.
Me: Wow! Was it a really big tooth?
LCP: No, just a regular one, but I had taken really good care of it.
Do you have any Tooth Fairy memories?