George lost a tooth.
“You can leave that out for the tooth fairy,” I said.
George rose from the dinner table and walked into the kitchen. The garbage can lid rose and fell, and then George returned to the table, empty-handed.
“Where’s your tooth?” Tobin asked.
“I don’t want the tooth fairy coming into my room at night,” George said.
“The tooth fairy will leave you a dollar,” Theo said.
“It’s creepy,” George said. “Some strange lady coming into my room while I’m sleeping and taking my tooth. What does she do with all of those teeth?”
“What about Santa?” my uncle — visiting for the weekend — asked. “Is Santa creepy?”
“Santa’s magic,” George explained. “He brings presents. He’s not taking anything away.”
“Maybe the tooth fairy’s building a boat,” Theo said. “You know, like the ship of the dead.” This is from Norse mythology, the boat built from the fingernails and toenails of the dead.
“Not from my teeth,” George said. Read more