One week went by and neither tooth came out. Another week and still no tooth. Over this past weekend, Darrius was on a wiggle-fest. He constantly had his fingers in his mouth, wiggling his loose tooth. It got so bad that it was bleeding Sunday night. I told him to give his tooth a rest. It will come out when it's ready. Apparently, the tooth was ready last night. I was in the kitchen fixing dinner and Darrius comes in the kitchen and grabs a paper towel. I immediately ask him if he spilled something. He says no; then I look at him and he has blood on his lip. I'm thinking he hurt himself and I ask him what happened. He said he was trying to pull his tooth out. Oh Lord. Just leave it alone. It will come out when it's ready!
Darrius goes back into his room and a couple of minutes later he comes out, tooth in hand, and proclaims: I got it! I shake my head. I can't believe he pulled it out after I told him to leave it alone. And then Darrius says: Now I'm going to get $5 dollars from the tooth fairy. I remember getting a quarter for my teeth and thinking that was a lot of money.
I hoped I had some ones in my wallet. I only had four so the tooth fairy shorted Darrius a dollar. He'll get over it. We're in a recession. He should be happy he got that much.
Here's the "tooth fairy" retrieving the tooth and leaving the money. Hee hee!
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