My stories all seem to be about Lincoln, but, well, he’s a unique character. Having been through so much he just sees the world differently. He came to me Friday night and said there was something wrong with his tooth. I looked at his bloody tooth and told him it looked like one was coming out. “No, it isn’t” he insisted. Five minutes later he shows up and says “Well what do you know, Mom, you were right” and he’s holding a tooth in his hand. That night I looked and I didn’t have many singles so the Tooth Fairy felt generous and left him a five and a single. Six dollars. He was thrilled. Next day, he tells me about another tooth, on top, a real baby tooth, tiny. By nights end it came out. He comes to me holding it and says “I bet she won’t leave me more than fifty cents for this tooth.”. I could NOt follow his train of thought. “why 50 cents for that one Linc?” I ask. “Well look at the size of it Mom, it isn’t worth more than fifty cents.”. I had to think quick. “So you think the Tooth Fairy pays you based on the size of the tooth?” I say. “Of course she does Mom, why else would she collect them?.” What logic. That night I scrounged the bottom of my purse for change and do the switch. Next morning Lincoln gets up all proud as a peacock. “I was right, Mom, that big tooth was worth six dollars and the baby tooth was worth 63 cents. I was right.”. Sure makes me laugh out loud, that’s for sure.