Finally, after much blathering, my daughter said to me, “Dad, I don’t care.” But the way she said it, you could tell that she really did!
I said, “I’m sure the Tooth Fairy—”
“Dad,” she said, “I … DON’T … CARE.”
What’s even worse is that my son, still believing, said to his sister that morning, “Well, when I lost my tooth last month, the Tooth Fairy left me $2.”
Daughter: Sweetheart: Darling: Thank you for not punching your little brother when he said that. And thank you for not punching me. I owe you.
I’m a horrible father! I killed the Tooth Fairy!
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