What I didn't expect was the total nonchalance the second time around. Nary a mention, an exclamation of joy or display of wonderment by the cold hard cash appearing under his pillow in place of the lost enamel. Please don't tell me this kid is already questioning made-up supernatural beings perpetuated by mistruths layered on lies built on foundation of dishonesty by the very parents who promise open and sincere communication? On second thoughts, bring it on!
At least that would mean one less bizarre after hours ritual to forget.