Letter

When I was of the tooth losing age, I somehow got it in my head that:

a.) There was not a singular tooth fairy.  There was a whole magical land full of tooth fairies.  Because let’s be honest here, ONE tooth fairy collecting all those teeth EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?  No way could even a mythical, magical, glittery character accomplish so much on her own.
b.) Because there were many tooth fairies, they each had a name (of course) and a number.  In Tooth Fairy Land it’s easier to keep up with all those fairies if they each had a number, obviously.  Surely many of them had the same name.  So the number system was far more efficient.
c.) It was in my best interest to create written contracts for the tooth fairy.  Very plainly: you sign for my tooth, you can have it.  Also, please leave me some money.

Kids… where the heck they get this stuff…

This is one of my tooth fairy letters/contracts that I would leave under my pillow with my tooth carefully folded inside.  Those signatures and numbers were done by my aunt because my mom knew I’d recognize her handwriting.  Every time I see one of these contracts it cracks me up, because what kid does this?!  Also, I cringe because clearly my spelling and grammar needed a lot of work.  But what I lacked in proper conveyance of the English language, I made up for in dotting my exclamation points with little molars.  It’s all in the details, people.