You can't handle the tooth

[To understand this anecdote, the only thing you need to know is that we live in Pasig, which suffered from an inexplicable mosquito deluge a few months ago. Also, there are many plants and trees in our garden and backyard, which might explain the number of insects that frequent our home despite the screens. So, to recap: our home = insect city. You may proceed.] 


When I saw Martina last week, she gave me the biggest toothy smile about 2 inches from my face. She didn't stop until I noticed that she had lost another one of her front teeth.

"Wow, Marteens! Did the tooth fairy visit?" I asked.

"Yes. I got 60 pesos ... but I really wanted 100."

"I don't think you should complain," I said, preachily. "When we were kids, we got zero pesos when we lost a tooth."

"WHAT!?!? THE TOOTH FAIRY NEVER VISITED YOU???"

"Never."

Then, after a longish pause and staring blankly for a minute, Martina excitedly said:

"I know why the tooth fairy never visited. Because she's afraid of mosquitos."

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