At 10:30 pm the tooth fairy attempted to do her tooth fairily duties. It was, however, unsuccessful. Jack shot up in bed, looked JP in the eyes, and exclaimed "I'm waiting for the tooth fairy!!" We called it a dry run.
About 30 minutes later he was finally asleep...with his hand under his pillow protecting the tooth. Crap.
The next morning as Jack emerged from his slumber, squeals of excitement rang through the hallway. The tooth fairy left $5, which Jack promptly shoved into his piggy bank.
::Side Note:: I think we got 50 cents for the loss of our first tooth when we were little...must be inflation.