The Tooth Fairy

You know the drill: tooth under the pillow, lights out, fingers crossed I show. I’ve got a soft spot for baby teeth and the brave little souls who lose ‘em. I don’t do grand entrances—I slip in on moth-wing socks and do my thing. No fanfare, just a quiet trade: a bit of magic for a bit of growing up. I’ve seen first wobbles, late-night nerves, and the occasional overly enthusiastic parental over-share. I keep the faith alive, one pillow at a time.