Tale of the Drunken Tooth Fairy

My daughter lost her first tooth this past weekend. It was quite exciting. We carefully wrapped her tooth in gauze and placed it in a small box.
That same night, I hosted my famous Halloween party. It was a long, fun night. For convenience and peace of mind, the kids slept in my bed.

Around 3am, I cleaned up some of the party mess and put the leftovers away. It was at this time that the tooth fairy arrived. She looked under the pillow on my daughter's empty bed and found nothing. NOTHING. Not a box. Not a different box. Not a tooth! The tooth fairy was very confused. She searched the bed again. Pulling off all the covers and pillows and stumbling in the process. The tooth fairy now had a good view of the underneath of the bed-still no tooth. She picked herself up and wondered what a little girl would do with her first tooth. A little girl who had been told earlier by her cruel great uncle, that a first tooth warrants a $40 payoff! Surely, the little girl was hoping for forty dollars and put her tooth under her pillow like every other boy and girl??? RIGHT?? The tooth fairy continued hunting the ever elusive tooth. She almost dozed off at one point while rifling through a pile of stuffed animals. The tooth fairy was tired and about to give up. She was going to leave a note for the little girl. When she picked herself up from the pile of stuffed animals, she finally found the box. She quickly opened it, saw the gauze and placed the box in her pocket. Relieved, the tooth fairy left the money under the pile of stuffed animals.

About 7am the next morning, my daughter woke up, ran downstairs to her room and yelled that the tooth fairy left her tooth! She ran back upstairs to show me. I slowly opened my swollen eyes to see the tooth in my daughter's small, cupped hand. My daughter told me that the tooth fairy didn't know she was home because she was sleeping in my bed instead of her own. I made a mental note that the tooth fairy should take the money in the stuffed animal pile and use it again. Apparently, my daughter had taken the tooth out of the box and placed the lone tooth under her pillow. The tooth fairy was looking for a bright ORANGE James Avery box and could not see a pale white tooth on pale pink sheets-nor did she feel it when she desperately ran her hands back and forth over the mattress.
I explained to my daughter that the tooth fairy didn't forget about her, but that she probably couldn't find the tooth since it wasn't in it's box. By the time I actually got out of bed, I had forgotten about the money the tooth fairy left in the pile of stuffed animals. Later in the afternoon, my daughter discovered the money and shrieked with excitement, "the tooth fairy left me money! and she took the box!"
My daughter was happy and the tooth fairy had done her job-to some extent anyway. My daughter got paid for her first lost tooth and the tooth fairy got a box of gauze.
My daughter thought the tooth fairy might come back once she realized the tooth wasn't in the box-so my daughter wanted to put the box under her pillow again. Unfortunately, when my daughter brought the tooth upstairs to show me the tooth fairy forgot it-the tooth was lost. It's yet to be found. Though I have a feeling one night the tooth fairy is going to stumble upon it-literally.