Due to my last post, I've had several requests for the "Boise tooth fairy story," so here goes...
As I said earlier, we were in Boise the last time Spence lost a tooth. Since my kids always stay at Grandma's when we're there and Brad and I stay with his brother, we entrusted the sacred ritual of tooth-fairying to Grandma. I was a little nervous about the idea but since I am known to suffer from severe bouts of no-one-does-it-as-well-as-me disease, I told myself that my son's prized bicuspid would be in good hands.
The next morning I was eager to get back to Grandma's to see how much money the tooth fairy had left for my little boy. When we got there, Spence was a bit confused because the tooth fairy had FORGOTTEN to show up (and by forgotten, I mean she was deep in the middle of a drug-induced sleep and therefore to tired to haul her carcass out of bed.) We assured Spence that the tooth fairy must have been swamped with business, especially since Easter had been a few weeks prior which left plenty of time for all those pink Peeps to sink into teeth throughout the Treasure Valley and leave a path of destruction in their wake. We promised him that we would make a direct call to the tooth fairy and make sure he was on that night's schedule for pickup.
The next morning, we hurried back to Grandma's to hear all the exciting details. Spence, again confused, said that he thought the tooth fairy had come but he wasn't sure because he was woken up by Grandma shoving her hand under his pillow AND the tooth was left behind. I told him that the Peeps were still in effect and the tooth fairy had too many other teeth to carry so she left him his for safe keeping, which he took to heart because that nasty little tooth is still upstairs in his treasure box.
So that's how the tooth fairy rolls, Boise style.