Regret

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.