“Joanie, where is that ink and quill we bought for Ritchie’s 5th grade Colonial day project?”
“Why? Oh, I think it’s in the office, near the envelopes and paper.”
Her husband disappeared, and a few minutes later returned with a sliver of the quill, ink, and a tiny piece of paper with ends rolled like a scroll. At Joan’s questioning look, he explained that the tooth fairy was leaving a note to go with the money. And that he’d roll the $1.00 bill up in the scroll.
“Are you sure that’s not going to get lost, or crushed, under her pillow?”
A crease furrowed his brow, “Ahhh, we’ll put it on her nightstand! And we’ll put the ink and quill next to it!”
“You know, that’s a lot of work that our 6 year-old is going to expect every time she loses a tooth. There are a lot of teeth. Are you sure you want to start with that?”
“Um. Ritchie can take over eventually.”
165 words / FFaw March 6th / hosted by Joy