A note from the Tooth Fairy

 Moolah lost tooth #8 last night.  It had caused her some pain last week, and after a trip to the dentist, I told her that I bet the tooth fairy would give her some bonus if she got it out herself.  It took longer than we expected, but it finally came out.  She proudly showed us her tooth, then quickly asked... "Can I have a piece of white paper to write the Tooth Fairy a letter?"

(Translation:  Dear Tooth Fairy.  Can this tooth be special to you?  Can I have a big! bag of pixie dust?  If not just write no on the paper.  Love, the person.  To the Tooth Fairy.)

Moolah's explanation: If I ask for a bag of pixie dust, she might think a bag like her bag and since she's only this big (with fingers), that wouldn't be enough for me.  So, I said a "big" bag so she knew a bag like the size of me.  And, I signed it "the person" because she doesn't know my name.  I've never met her."

The Tooth Fairy left her two golden dollars (double the usual take), with the following note:

Moolah showed us the golden dollars, and read us the note.

"She does know my name!"
"I do enjoy this reward."
"There is more than one tooth fairy."
"And there's a Tooth Fairy Queen.  Did you know that?"