Please Don't Take Tooth

Sunday morning Aspen agreed to let me pull her loose tooth that had been barely hanging on for some time. A bloody washcloth and a few mild tears later she was all agrin at the thought of the tooth fairy coming along tonight. After placing the tooth under her pillow I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. Thirty minutes later I went in to check on her (and to slip a few bucks under her pillow in replacement of the cuspid) when I noticed this note on her bedstand for the tooth fairy. Of course, Mr. TF is exceptionally accomodating for a pixie type creature.