Them teeth be made of gold.

After losing his tooth right before Christmas, Benson has been counting the days until he can write his name on the tooth at school.  Now that he’s performed this sacred ritual, he is ready to put the tooth under his pillow for the tooth fairy.  (I suppose he was keeping it for proof in case anyone wanted to see the actual tooth?)

B: “Tomorrow’s tonight, I’m going to sleep in my own bed all night so I can put my tooth under my bed for the tooth fairy.  Then, she will give me MONEY.”

Me: “Interesting.  How much money will she be giving you?”

B: “Just one.”

Me: “Just one dollar?”

B: “No.  Just one.  You know, the green paper one.  That’s my favourite one.”