Dis Dada's Dutiful Toothfairy Daze

(dirty dental deeds done dirt cheap, yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those loosely fading cutting edge com man dubble size memories.) (Witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase), that nowadays breaks the piggybank like a dropped fragile vase you most likely nod assent if offspring grown, or ponder new found challenge expectant motherhood costs of progeny take the following precendent all ways. Deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise sum total of forty milky pearl white whereat each healthy tooth a miraculous bite size bit of jaw dropping wizardry in vite tasty morsel to get chewed, until at some arbitrary time (incumbent on each individual biological clock), the second set thwart aside (or sometime literally override) these baby choppers right fully as sought after treasures for the tooth fairy (oft time disguised as part of canine corp) offer sterling sight, but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated, lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp, dentin, enamel, and cementum quite a complex miniature edifice, or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite would be a picket fence with important slats, and thus a challenging plight arises when a child shows their mother or father gapped smile, and understands to place tooth under pillow at night when quiet as a mouse, (who to be honest create scratching sounds) the might tee tooth fairy, doth descend (nowadays resort to global positioning satellite application) to find their way without turning on the light soundless and still as a dust mote feign being a knight less to rescue a damsel, maybe one baby step ahead of her/his insight expecting to disover a modest wad of cash, if stood on end, rather sizable in height and essentially necessitating po' papa to take out a loan, or hope flight of fancy wish to win lottery, which would excite self or spouse, but reality in league with the fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight son or daughter boasting to classmates, how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry, whose coutenance (visible after break of day) reflects that of one, who barely survived a catfight with finances in tatters as if one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.