Bud's day (and mine) began at 4:45 this morning, when he was delighted to find the dollars that the tooth fairy left under his pillow. He had only one concern: she took his wiggle tooth. It seems he's not a fan of the "exchange" element of the tooth fairy's business. He prefers the Santa ethos of something-for-nothing (or, something-for-good behavior, at any rate) to the quid pro quo scam the fairy is running. All was quickly forgiven, though, with the promise of a weekend trip to Toy R Us with Dad to spend his Tooth Fairy bounty.
Speaking of the fairy, Bud reports a sighting in the wee hours of the morning. Here is what we know:
She is a mother fairy.
She has wings.
She looks like a princess.
She flies. (He spotted her when he "looked up the ceiling".)
She is big.
Should you encounter anyone who fits this description, see what you can do about getting his wiggle tooth back, would you?