Cut to the Chase

Our house has a pretty miserable excuse for a tooth fairy.
Like one of the last times #4, thrilled over her latest lost tooth, put it under her pillow. I fully meant to engage the tooth fairy on her job before I went to bed. I really did. But I was tired. And I forgot.
In the morning, #4 came to me with a sad little furrow on her brow. "The tooth fairy didn't come."
#3, who is older and wiser and knows a bit about the ways of the world, helped distract #4 while I ran around the house for change...