Dear Tooth Fairy,
I love you. You are so nice. My tooth is very loose.
Are you tired?
Are you big, small, invisible?
Do you live with Santa Claus?
Do you wear a pretty dress?
What tells you when there is a tooth under a pillow?
If you would like to write me letters, you can.
The Tooth Fairy took some time out of her busy schedule today to formulate (and print off on a printer so no one would recognize her handwriting) her reply. That reply should appear under Punkin's pillow sometime tonight.
Part of me feels like I'm being mean to perpetuate this, and part of me would feel really bad for not answering her letter.
And part of me knows that if she got that letter dusted for fingerprints, I'd have a lot of explaining to do...