Yesterday, Luke lost a tooth.
So last night, the Tooth Fairy was supposed to visit.
She fell asleep.
But in the shower this morning, she remembered. Luke was still asleep. He'd left the tooth, not in his tooth fairy pillow or under his actual pillow, but in a plastic baggie on the kitchen counter. So instead of possibly waking him up by slipping a dollar into his room, the Tooth Fairy, in a mad, towel-clad dash across the dark house, opted to take the tooth and replace it with a dollar and leave it on the kitchen counter.
When the Tooth Fairy finished getting ready for her day job, she emerged from the bathroom to find little Luke, a look of great chagrin, sitting on her bed.
"The Tooth Fairy didn't come, Mommy," he said, dejectedly.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Where did you leave your tooth?"
"In the kitchen," he replied.
Big Brother Curt to the rescue, completely unprompted.
"Well everyone knows that the Tooth Fairy leaves the money where the tooth is," Curt exclaimed.
Luke hurried to the kitchen. There, in a plastic baggie on the counter, was a crisp dollar bill (thankfully only ONE dollar, and not the $20 the Tooth Fairy INADVERTENTLY grabbed in a sleepy 3 a.m. stupor when he lost his last tooth).
"It IS true that she only leaves it where the tooth was," Luke said in awe.