I’d like to throttle whoever invented the Tooth Fairy. I hate that nocturnal bicuspid-thieving creature more than any other mythical being I pretend to be for my children, mostly because I’m really bad at it. Being Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are easy. Holiday shrapnel is all over my house to remind me about the job I have to do. But a tooth is tiny. A tooth is random. A tooth gets buried under a pillow hours before I ever think about calling it a day, and most days I