A Tuna Fish Sandwich Tooth Fairy Delivery

We lived in a two bedroom apartment until I was ten years old.  Five kids in one room.  Great times!  There is only so much to do in so little space, but we got creative. 

Somewhere along the way we took a fancy to the whole idea of the tooth fairy.  Because our bed was really the only space to call our own, there was something magical about having the tooth fairy visiting JUST my bed and leaving a dollar JUST for me.  Just me.  No one else.  And my present was safe and secure and under my pillow and on my bed, the only space that no one else could claim. 

On days when we were playing especially nice, we'd mimic the tooth fairy.  We'd leave gifts under one another's pillows.  We were being generous in not only our giving, but in actually allowing someone to touch our bed.  That was just a boundary we did not cross.  I mean, seriously.  This was serious.  The bed was serious stuff. 

There was one day that I remember picking at the tuna sandwich my mom had made us for lunch.  And I remember my brother, Landon, picking on me.  I didn't like either, the tuna sandwich or the being picked on.  Well, guess where that tuna fish sandwich ended up?  Right. Under. Landon's. Pillow.  Such a rotten little tooth fairy I was.