She held in her palm, a large piece of her tooth. “What in the world am I going to do now?” she asked, knowing that every dentist is on vacation for at least the next two days.
My son came running in and looked at the chunk of tooth in her hand. “Grandma!” He said, “Put it under your pillow and see if you get some money for it!”
Santa Claus made it to our house later that night, but apparently the tooth fairy didn’t. Mom didn’t get any money for her tooth. As a matter of fact, instead, I think she’s going to have to pay a pretty penny for it. At least she’ll be queen for a day, because I think she’s definitely getting a crown.