Morgan: “Mom, this time do you think that I will get more than $3 for my tooth?”
I don’t know, Morgan. I doubt it. Why?
Morgan: “Well, I WANT more than $3.”
Well, then you will have to wait and see what the tooth fairy leaves you.
Fast forward to the next day…
Morgan: “Mom, my tooth is still here and there is no dollars.”
(SHIT!, I forgot the fucking tooth last night.)
Well, it looks like the tooth fairy must have been super busy. Just put it back and I’m sure that she will get it tonight.
Morgan: “Mom, can you just give me my dollars? We both know that the tooth fairy is you.”
Wait, so, you don’t believe in the tooth fairy and you made such a big deal about it with the last tooth even though you KNEW that it was me?
Morgan: “Well, yeah. Duh, I’m not 6 years old anymore.”
You. Little. Jerk.