A sad little boy showed up next to my bed this morning. "The tooth fairy forgot," he said.
My first reaction was - no, I distinctly remember the tooth fairy coming - and then as I reflected, I realized I'd dreamed it.
"It was the ice storm," I assured him, "it was hard for her to fly with all that ice on her wings. She's running late."
"Sure, it happened to Pippi once. She thought the tooth fairy forgot - but she came when Pippi was in the bathroom."
A few minutes later I was able to say to Harry, "check now and see if the tooth fairy came yet."
And his eyes shown as he found a dollar bill in place of his tooth.
Whew. Another bullet dodged.