Nope still nothing, then I remembered her showing me a bloody tooth, while pointing inside her mouth at the hole where it used to be on Saturday night. Sh*t, I forgot she lost the tooth on the other side. I sprang out the bed, went into my sister's room and whispered," Do you have any cash?
She nor I had any cash money on hand. We stood looking at each other screwed. All of a sudden, my sister asked in a serious voice if it was Sunday.
"Yep," I replied.
"Well, that's why she didn't come, the tooth fairy doesn't work on Sundays."
It took everything I had not to bust out laughing.
"Oh, it's Sunday."
Holding my composure, back into the room I walk and explain to my niece, in the same serious voice my sis used, that tooth fairies don't work on Sunday, she had to wait until Monday morning to see what she brings. I went to the store to get cash, so I was ready. Monday morning, the little sh*t, woke me up to tell me, all the tooth fairy left her was $2.00, kids!