Dear Tooth Fairy,

We are moving dangerously close to claiming "all i want for christmas is my two front teeth." I am bracing myself and trying to heed the words of my friend Laura who once told me "they are still cute. It's just a different kind of cute." Meanwhile, the child is oblivious. She does nothing but wiggle the two in question and dream about what she might get from the Tooth Fairy. Take, for instance, this note which she wrote yesterday and then asked me innocently this morning if I knew the Tooth Fairy's address. I, of course, said I did and she diligentily confirmed this afternoon that the note was sent. Of course it was.

Translation: Dear tooth fairy, I know that you gave my friend sea shells and sharks teeth teeth. Why can't you bring shark teeth and sea shells to me? Love, Penelope

On the backside: P.S. I like shark teeth better 








Anyone know where to buy shark's teeth? Pronto!

PS - Dear Pippi, someday you will see this. I hope you forgive my deception.