We'd all forgotten to replace the tooth in the baggie under the pillow with a dollar (inflation, you know) last night, and
"I'm on it," I said, and asked Mommy what the Tooth Fairy's going rate was these days. A dollar. I dashed into my room, fetched one of the gold-tint dollar coins from my purse, and dashed back out. The Little Fayoumis was brushing his teeth, and no way could I sneak in past him without being noticed.
FatherSir taught me, though, that one of the best ways to sneak around and do something is to appear to be doing something entirely different, publicly and unremarkably. So instead of sneaking in and looking like I was sneaking, I barged in, calling for
Much to his surprise when he went to bed a few minutes later, there was solid evidence that the Tooth Fairy had been through...