My Cousin Slapped My Eight-Year-Old So Hard She Lost a Tooth—Then She Threatened to Call My Brother and Accidentally Exposed Why She Hated My Daughter’s Birthday
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Chapter 22 - The tooth fairy problem
On the third night after the party, Emmie placed the tooth under her pillow.
Then came downstairs.
“Daddy.”
“Yes?”
“How much is assault tooth worth?”
I nearly choked.
“What is the market rate?”
“Normal tooth is twenty.”
“Twenty dollars?”
“Inflation.”
I should have audited the tooth fairy sooner.
“So what is this one?”
“Hundred.”
“That is extortion.”
“You Mafia.”
I stared at her.
She smiled for first time in days.
I gave her fifty.
She called it settlement.
Her therapist later told me:
“Humor is good.”
May you like
I said:
“It is expensive.”
