“All right, kids, you know the drill,” Justin says. “Dig a small hole!”
Joy and Charlie run forward, go down on their knees, and start burrowing in the desert sand with their hands.
For the last almost three years now, they’ve come here every time Joy lost one of her teeth. Yes, they know what to do. I’ve come with them every time, but they had never let me into the world of the Tooth Fairy because I couldn’t climb the Tooth Tree at my age.
“But, Justin,” I say. “You asked us to keep the tooth. How can you keep her last tooth if we’re going to bury it?”
Justin gives me a wink and a smile then returns to look at the kids.
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