I woke up this morning to fine Rads looking close to tears, sitting on her bed clutching the neatly wrapped up tooth she'd left under her pillow last night, oh no! the darn tooth fairy hasn't been, this shouldn't ever happen! I suggested to her that it was possible that she was still busy doing her rounds, maybe there had been lots of teeth to collect last night, it was only 7am after all, the night shift is probably not over yet and as our surname begins with 'W' the chances are that we'd be the last stop. We decided to gather up R's clothes and she got ready in my room, we closed her door together and vowed to check later, she buried her tooth back under the pillow. After getting ready for school we spent a lot of time listening at the door, I'm sure we could hear a little wing flap sound. Just before going down for breakfast at 8am it was decided to check to see if she'd been yet, in we went, R put her hand under the pillow and low and behold there was a crisp £5 note. (I assume she didn't have anything smaller) R's now delighted, not only has she been but we 'think' we heard her come AND as she knew R was upset she left £5 rather than the usual £1. Rachel turns to me and says "Mummy, maybe there really IS a tooth fairy as you didn't go back in there this morning" Sometimes I wonder who's kidding who!