Weston is pretty po'd at the tooth fairy. She refuses to seriously consider his requests and he just does not understand why.
Several months ago Weston pulled a tooth by himself and wrote the following letter to the tooth fairy:
"Dear tooth fairy,
I pulled this tooth out all by myself and didn't even cry. I am hoping for at least 50.00."
He was greatly disappointed when he only received a couple of dollars.
Now, the tooth fairy has crushed his dreams yet again, and if she keeps it up Weston is bound to declare war on her.
He lost a tooth at Grandma's and grandma told us about it. When we saw him we had the following conversation:
Mom: Weston, I heard you got a visit from the tooth fairy.
Him: No.
Dad: I heard you got some money.
Him: Yeh, she brought me some change, but she didn't bother to stop and talk.
Mom and Dad: (bust a gut laughing)
Weston: You know why I don't like the tooth fairy? I wanted a credit card and all I got was change.
I have a feeling the toothfairy is stuck in the middle ages around here and until now has not even THOUGHT about leaving credit cards in exchange for teeth.
