Tooth Haste

Daniel came running out of his bedroom last night at 10:00 pm, with a toothless smile and a tooth in his hand. He had lost one of his two big front teeth. We got a little baggie and put it under his pillow and he told me he couldn't wait for the other one to come out, because it was also a little "looth".

"Well, don't pull it out," I told him. "Let it come out when it's ready."

Later in the evening, when I went to substitute the tooth for the money, I pulled the baggie out from under the unguarded pillow (I think he was making it easy for me) and found two teeth in the plastic baggie.

I had to go back downstairs and get more money.

The next night, my usually thoughtful and aware wife made corn on the cob with dinner. I don't think Dick Cheney himself, could have come up with something so diabolical.