Sam came into our room crying this morning at 2:30 a.m. I assumed he was having a nightmare, but I was not prepared for his response when Gina asked him what was wrong.
I miss my tooth. (sniff, sniff) I wish I didn't sell it to the Tooth Fairy.
Why do you miss it?
It was my biggest tooth. (loud bawling)
Well, maybe we can put the money back under your pillow with a note to the Tooth Fairy.
No, I want the money too.
I should feel guilty that I laughed, but I couldn't help it.