|Random Picture Of Ben - He Has All His Teeth Here|
The going rate around school was £1 so we thought we better do the same - though what is wrong with 50p for a tooth? In my day (now I sound old) it was 10p. My mum always tells the story how she didn't have one, so chucked two 5ps (that's the half shilling size, too) underneath my brother's pillow and they clinked together and he was like, "What was that?"
"Um, don't know, just go to sleep!"
This morning, pleased that she'd been, Ben put his prize in his money box, saving for a toy quad bike. At first we thought he meant a real one (over my dead body!) but he must have realised he'd need a lot of teeth! Phew!
At least he didn't even mention wanting to spend it on sweets - though that is something we haven't encouraged, so is a good thing - right? I mean, there's an element of irony in buying sweets with the money the tooth fairy has given you, don't you think?
Hubby was saying that a guy at work had given £5 a tooth - was he mad? Twenty teeth later he's dished out £100 - I'll stick to the £1 thank you.
Now I have some writing time, so I must go write. I need to get The Wedding Favour finished (almost there) so I can concentrate on some short stories and articles, and hope/pray/wish they get published. So where's my fairy god mother ...?