The tooth fairy

       I found my way back up to school again which means a couple of things. One of those things is that as I will be spending much time with my nose in books I will also be spending much time taking "well deserved breaks" on the computer. In theory this will inevitably lead to a bit more blogging as I  may feel that it is a more productive way to get away from homework than walking in front of a bus. I think it's a good substitute.

       Every time I go back to school I am reminded of something about myself. I hate spending money. Paying tuition and living expenses is hard for a penny pincher. Whenever I see large sums of money leave my hand I feel I'm giving away a part of my soul. It's been that way for as long as I can remember and apparently from stories I hear from my parents I've been that way since before I can remember. For example during the early years of our lives (when I was about 2 or 3) my older brother and I were introduced to the concept of the tooth fairy, a mythical, winged being whose entire life was solely dedicated to the gathering of retired teeth and distribution of money for said useless teeth. This was probably done to console my brother who had lost one of his front teeth and needed to know that this didn't mean he was falling apart but that it was perfectly normal. I don't know if it was our childhood innocence or just the exciting concept of getting money for something that was no longer beneficial to us but we latched onto the idea and all of it's wonderful possibilities. Being distracted with this new realization he quickly forgot about the former horror of breaking off pieces of himself and ran upstairs to witness this magic event take place. Our parents told us how it was to work and much like all other mystical creatures it could only come if we were unconscious. who were we to argue with logic. We got into bed and fought for sleep.

       The next morning Kyle woke up excited to find his tooth gone and in its place a nickle and a penny. Excited that this improbable event had taken place he ran to show my parents who acted excited for him while  trying to understand why the dollar that "the tooth fairy" had slipped under his pillow had magically turned into six cents. After a lengthy interrogation they discovered that I  had snuck into Kyle's room after the exchange had been made and made an exchange of my own. That's one conniving toddler. I am happy to report that I no longer steal people's gifts from fairies with strange obsessions about teeth and I like to think my brother has forgiven me since then.

The moral of this story is children are hustlers and swindlers so watch your back.