Tooth Fairy--My All-Time Favorite Story

When we first moved to Borger, the only housing available was a two-bedroom apartment with about 900 square feet.  Amy (9), David (6) & Zach (4) shared a bedroom and Matt (10) slept in the dining room on a daybed.  It was cozy.  And it actually worked.  

One night, David lost his first tooth and he was very excited that the Tooth Fairy would come and see him.  Zach became hysterical---he did NOT want that Tooth Fairy coming into his room.  He bawled and squalled and it didn't look like there was going to be an end in sight.  

So I took him into my bedroom and shut the door.  Quietly, I told him, "Zach, you don't have to be afraid of the Tooth Fairy.  I'M the Tooth Fairy!!"  His crying stopped and he just stared at me with his mouth open.  "Uh-uh," he said.  I shook my head yes and assured him I was the Tooth Fairy.  And then I told him, "I'll prove it to you.  Tonight, I'll leave a dime under your pillow when I put money under David's pillow and you'll know I'M the Tooth Fairy."  He giggled a minute, just staring at me.  He gave me a long look and then he asked, "How do you get to all those houses every night?"

My all-time favorite story.  

Hands. down.

Zach--just a little older than when this story took place.