Mommy, the tooth fairy didn’t come!

A steady stream of terror flowed in through all the doors and windows of our tiny house. How could the tooth fairy NOT have come? My smart, quick thinking wife retorted, “It’s still night-night time.” Problem solved, almost. It was already ten-till-seven and chances are any sleep he caught would be brief and light. Not to fear, even as we speak, my son is quickly assembling the Bionicle that timely little fairy awarded him for loosing his first molar.