The Tooth Fairy Didn't Come

I have three kids. That's sixty teeth....

“Mommy,” my six year old sobbed, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come.” I guess it’s a good sign that that’s the worst thing in the day.  It means there is no existential threat today. 

Twenty teeth each, and I have three children. That’s 40 for two and 60 for three.  Sixty times, I am meant to remember to leave a surprise under the head of a sleeping child? Goo…