The tooth fairy was a pretty regular visitor when I was growing up. With five kids, somebody was loosing a tooth almost every week for a while there. She never gave very much, a quarter here, maybe a dollar there, but I remember with one very stubborn tooth, she decided to be a bit more generous. That night, I stayed up til what felt like all hours of the morning to try and yank out one very cantankerous tooth that hung by a thread, both my parents insisting that I let them give it a good pull. After my tear stained face had dried and I had finally been put to bed with my tooth safely tucked under my pillow, the tooth fairy came to visit. The next morning, I scrambled to check for my loot as soon as I had opened my eyes. To my surprise I found a five dollar bill for all my struggling and hard work. I was blissful. I promptly decided that the key to getting the most bang for your teeth was to endure as much painful torture as possible.
Tomorrow I get to have four very stubborn teeth pulled out of my head, and I am expecting a very large haul. I think that having the dentist pull teeth that aren't even loose must push the reward money up exponentially. I guess I will get close to 100 dollars for that much pain and anguish, which will really be nice since that is probably what I will end up paying the dentist for the pain and anguish on his part... Doesn't seem quite fair, does it?
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