Dear Tooth Fairy...

My mom and step-dad live in a pretty big house and have recently been thinking about downsizing, so they've encouraged my sister and I to go through the boxes of stuff we still have there and either throw the stuff away or move it to New York.

Now, I'm the kind of person who saves everything (and I mean everything), so every card, every picture, every memory of my childhood is tucked away in a box somewhere or other. Most of the stuff I've found so far is crap, but amongst it are a few gems, such as this letter I wrote to the tooth fairy when I was about five or six years old...



"Will you still give me money."

How fabulous is that? I mean, I was five.