Dear Tooth Fairy,
Yes it's me again, and yes you still owe me $7 for covering you the last two times, but that's not why I am writing tonight.
I'm sure by now your Tooth Radar has alerted you that Zack lost another front tooth today.
This particular tooth died a lingering public death in the front of my sons mouth, then suddenly
I suspect he ate it, though I can't imagine how he the boy who won't touch anything that touched a pickle could have distractedly eaten a piece of his own body.
So let this note substitute for the tooth you will not find under his pillow.
Thank you in advance for your consideration of this delicate situation, and for not requiring me to comb through his poop to produce evidence.
Ps- I have less than $2 in cash in my purse, which I locked it in my car (and explains why I'm sleeping with the keys in my bra.) Stop taking my money. I mean it.