Tooth Fairy

Trying to console a screaming child, the dentist said, "You need to lay still so that the Tooth Fairy will visit you once this tooth is out."

It didn't convince Mr. Intensity to calm down. It was traumatic, y'all. I'm here to testify.

Walking down the hall, after he was free from torture, he whispered to me, "Mom, there isn't a Tooth Fairy," as if keeping a secret from the dentist.

Well, the Tooth Fairy still brought him a present.

It isn't the typical Tooth Fairy gift. And Mr. Intensity isn't the typical child. Ahem. Bottle caps anyone?

It's 225 glorious feet of nylon string. And I'm proud to report at least 200 feet of it has been unraveled in very important projects, tasks, and imaginative play.
Thanks for the wonderful gift, Magaw and Grandpa Majors. You'll find various lengths of said string in your car that we've borrowed.