Dirty, Funny Money
So. Kyle finally lost his first tooth. When I picked him up from school on Wednesday afternoon, he came running out of the classroom, brandishing his face like a trophy. Toothy, gappy grin jutting forward, the excitement just jumping off of him. “Now I get a golden coin from the Tooth Fairy!” he cried.
Oh, crap. In yet another Mom Fail Moment, I had forgotten to line up the gold coins in advance. But somewhere in the recesses of my memory, going at least as far back as June when we moved, I remembered seeing gold coins in my Tupperware box of coins destined for the Coin Star machine. You know, when I get around to it. Someday.
So after Kyle went to sleep, I broke out the box. I poured the giant avalanche of change out onto a towel to try and stifle the noise a bit. There was the usual assortment of pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters – I’d estimate at least $250 worth, so maybe I should stop procrastinating my trip to the Coin Star machine! After I sifted and sorted through all that coinage, my hands were filthy. But, to my satisfaction, I found the following selection of coins that just didn’t fit in:
- 5 Chuck E. Cheese tokens
- $3.3o in Euro coins
- $6 in pesos
- One bicentennial 50 cent piece
- $10.50 in Woodstock ’94 money
- 100 Colones from Costa Rica
- And the big winner, four golden James Monroe dollar coins
Guess which one the Tooth Fairy put beneath Kyle’s pillow?