Monday Memory #2 - The Tooth Fairy
He said I came out of my bedroom nearly in tears because the Tooth Fairy had forgotten me. Dad had to think fast…He followed me into the bedroom and while I was apparently wailing and carrying on he simultaneously slid his left hand under my pillow grabbing my tooth while depositing a dime on the floor with his right hand. (Yes, one thin dime, people. I know some kids that get $5 these days! No way am I THAT old, gotta be inflation.)
“Why here it is!” he shouted, pointing at the dime. “See, you must have knocked it on the floor when you got up.” I apparently bought that and all was well.
My Dad told me this story just a couple of years ago and we laughed and laughed. Dads are such heroes to little girls, no matter if the little girl grows up, gets married, moves away and has a family of her own - she'll always be "daddy's little girl". I love you Dad!
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