So, the Tooth Fairy found himself (herself, whatever, too tired) trotting off to the ATM to get some cash. Crap, all you’ll give me are twenties? Bicuspids, maybe, but not canines.

So,the Fairy heads off to the grocery store to get some milk, Frosted Flakes, and Vodka. (Not in order of importance.) to break down those twenties into a manageable amount.

Me: Can I get the change in fives and ones?

Cashier: Sorry, I’m out of fives.

Me: Listen, I’ve got a Tooth Fairy scenario hatching at the old homestead. She’s not getting another twenty.

The wonderful lady behind me offers to swap out my twenty for a 10 and 2 fives.

You see… There are nice people in the world. Even in Los Angeles.

Back at home….

The Fairy hasn’t yet arrived (and, yes, you may refer to me that way in all future correspondence. It totally doesn’t bother me. I’m confident. And, straight.)

Snuggling up in bed with the girls:

Julianna (she’s 9): Daddy, sometimes people say there really isn’t a Tooth Fairy.

Me: Trust me, she (or he) works hard.

J: But, some kids say that she isn’t real.

Isabella (she’s 6): Daddy, the Tooth Fairy is coming, right?

Me: Um, there will be money under your pillow tonight.

J: But, Daddy, even if there isn’t a Tooth Fairy, it’s Ok for kids to believe it, right? It’s Ok to believe something that isn’t true. Because it’s fun!

Me: Oh, wow. You’re painting me into an ethical corner here.

Iz: I don’t know what that means, but we do that sometimes.