April 9, 2009
The Going Rate for Baby Teeth
Thanks to a face plant in our cul-de-sac last week (bike accident) and near constant wiggling, Camber lost her first tooth.
Her gums were still bleeding when she started fantasizing about all of the toys she was going to purchase with her tooth fairy money.
"I'm going to be RICH!" she sang as she danced around the house. "I'm going to need a truck to haul all of my stuff home!"
His sister's anticipated wealth, coupled with the fact that he wasn't the center of attention was more than Cortlen could handle. He buried his face in his hands and began to cry.
"Go to your room if you're going to cry," I told the poor sport, "You're ruining Camber's special moment." With a loud wail, off he stomped.
By the time we turned back to our daughter, she was making a shopping list out of the Toys 'R Us circular.
"I want this and this and this and this," she chirped as she circled objects with a black sharpie.
My husband interrupted her imaginary shopping spree with the news that the tooth fairy was on a budget.
"But Melissa got a bike and Danielle got a Wii and Lucy got 18 horseback riding lessons and Olivia got an I-Pod that you can watch movies on!"
Our daughter's precise accounting of the tooth fairy's generosity to her classmates at school clued us in to the fact the going rate for a baby tooth was slightly more than the single dollar bill we were planning to place under her pillow.
"That is absurd!" said my husband when our little princess was asleep. "Her mouth is going to bankrupt us!"
In the end, we took inflation and the current market value of enamel into account and gave her five dollars.
Later that evening, in the middle of the late night news, my husband was startled by a sharp nudge in the side. It was Cortlen, who was holding a pair of needle nose pliers and a paper towel. When my husband asked what he wanted, our son simply opened his mouth.
What/How much does the tooth fairy leave at your house?