At about two AM I snuck into…I mean the tooth fairy snuck into his room and replaced the ziplock bag with a crisp $5 bill and put the tooth in a tiny box in my dresser. With the mission completed I was off to bed excited for him to find the money the next day. This is where it all went wrong. “Mommy help! Help! Heeeellllppp!!!!” I rolled over in bed to see my five-year-old with a bright red nose and tears streaming down his face. Internally I thought “Oh my God what happened?”.