The story of the Tooth Fairy came back to me after all these years—when my son lost his first tooth yesterday evening. My wife and I and Tais (grandma) had been wiggling the tooth trying to get it out because another tooth was growing up beneath it. I remember how that hurt when I was a kid so I didn't want to be too rough—but I was the one who finally got it out when I "checked the tooth" while he was taking a bath. Once it finally came out, the tooth was surprisingly tiny. In fact, I was surprised that the Tooth Fairy would pay for it; but of course she did. She left a dollar coin for it!
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