“I’m rich, Mrs. Gensch,” a tooth-gaping first grader exclaimed enthusiastically. My expression said, “Really? Tell me more.” He continued, “Yep. I got two dollars last night for one little tooth.”
My smile spread as I nodded in his excitement. “Wow, two dollars?! You’re lucky. I think I might have gotten a quarter when I was little, usually a dime. The tooth fairy must think you are really special,” I replied.
The kid smiled. “Maybe. I think it’s just because you’re kind of old. The rates have gone up since you were a kid.” His reading partner just nodded in agreement.
Kids… honesty is not always the best policy.