Tooth Fairy

Once you have a child there are a series of first things.  First words, first steps and now Henry is the proud non-owner of a tooth.  It wiggled and jiggled for weeks and finally dislodged in the bath.  And so The Accountant and I had to conjure up the story of the Tooth Fairy.  It came to bedtime ritual and the tooth was reverently placed in a glass of water by Henry's bed.  In all the excitement, Henry fell straight asleep, but Rufus wanted a goodnight cuddle.

This was a ruse to lure me into the story of the Tooth Fairy.  I had to think quickly.  How big are they?  How do they see in the dark?  How do they fly into the house?  How do they swim in the glass to get to the tooth?  Where do they keep their golden coins?  Obviously due to inflation Henry was going to get one dollar - not a measly 20 cent piece.  In his head he had already spent it - a hundred times over.

But back to Rufus and his obscure nightime questions.  I finally subdued him by promising that I would find a picture of a fairy and show him in the morning.  "Yes alright" he said looking right at me, then demonstrating with his fingers "..but one actually HOLDING a tooth!".  The kid needs evidence.