Fast forward to hubs and I getting ready for bed. Luckily I remembered the tooth fairy gig and went to get my wallet. Nothing, empty...nada. Back in my day the tooth fairy left a quarter. Now, with inflation and all, the going rate is a buck or two.
I go to hubs and he gets his wallet....and the smallest bill he has is a $10.
We toss around a few possible scenarios: leaving an I.O.U. from the tooth fairy, writing a check, borrowing from blonde rascal's own (large) stash of cash, telling him in the morning that the tooth fairy is not real...
It was late, we were tired... so the tooth fairy left $10.
The economy is going to hell in a hand basket and we dish out $10 for a tooth. Doh.
Of course blonde rascal was delighted when he woke up. I made up some elaborate story that out of all your baby teeth, the tooth fairy randomly chooses one and leaves $10 but from there on out it is $1.
I have also stashed a dollar bill tooth fairy emergency fund in a drawer.