The tooth fairy came the other night. Prior to her arrival, there was great debate about exactly how much money should be tucked under the pillow. Are some teeth more valuable than others? Apparently, yes, they are. Does the amount even matter if toothless Joe over here doesn’t even understand the concept of money? No, as it turns out. If he awoke to 25 dimes, he’d think he hit the jackpot versus one single ten dollar bill. Liam & I received fifty cents when we were little. Should we take inflation into account? Us kids could buy ourselves a couple gobstoppers with that kind of dough rattlin’ around in ours pockets. These days? Not so much. But interestingly enough, we recall exactly what we got for our teeth from the then tight pursed tooth fairy. So, I suppose the memory of the reward lives long into adulthood and therefore carries some weight. Having come to that conclusion, I feel less like a ridiculously overindulgent parent than I did when I first began this entry. I’m sure you agree.