I have a bone to pick with you. (No pun intended.)
You have known for months – literally – that Griffin’s second tooth was about to come out. The permanent tooth was even growing in behind it, and by last Wednesday night, the tooth was hanging out of his mouth. So you cannot tell me you weren’t prepared.
And yet, for the SECOND TIME IN A ROW, you forgot to come. The first tooth was bad enough, but the second, too?!? Seriously? What kind of tooth fairy are you?
Griffin was satisfied with the explanation that you were probably busy during the Christmas season and just didn’t make it that night, and he dried his tears when I assured him you would come while he was at school. He was fine with the note you left saying that you were stuck in a blizzard in North Dakota, and he appreciated the extra 20 cents you left as a sort of compensation for being late.
I respectfully request a matching donation to The Therapy Fund because someday he’s going to need A LOT of counseling.
The World’s Greatest Mother