Jack ripped a tooth out of his face because his friend lost one and because he wanted more money to spend at the school book fair. That almost made me feel bad enough to tell him he didn't have to use his allowance money and tooth money to buy books because I would buy him anything he wanted. Then I realized that his tooth money and his allowance money is actually my money. And I DID buy him books on top of the ones he chose. So.
Besides, I have way worse tooth-related things to feel bad about.
WE FORGOT TO PUT MONEY UNDER JACK'S PILLOW on Sunday night, even though Jack lost his tooth and Ben replaced it with a tooth from the creepy as fuck box of teeth he apparently keeps in the closet, and I told Facebook abut this and hilarity ensued.
Monday morning, Jack woke up and found only his tooth under his pillow and cried softly in his bed for a few minutes. Meanwhile , Ben realized with a jolt that he forgot the cash and sprinted downstairs to nonchalantly drop a twenty on Jack's dresser under the guise of enquiring about the tooth fairy. Then I told Jack, slightly mollified by the $20 but still confused, that the TF left his tooth probably because she knew he felt terrible about dropping the last tooth he lost in the pool drain in Hilton Head. And he believed me! And then Monday night, Ben left a note from the TF thanking Jack for holding onto the tooth another day, and he took the tooth and left another $5 for good measure. Today, Jack wrote a thank-you note for the TF and told me he hopes it makes her leave more money tonight. Erm.