Rebecca

And from that day on, Ronnie Loeberfeld was the Tooth Fairy.

And all of my notes under my pillow were signed, Love, Ronnie Loeberfeld.

I think he did something in finance.

He was either an accountant or a stockbroker.

He worked next to a stop and shop in Massachusetts in Newton.

Had dark hair.

Wore a suit.

And I definitely had images of his driving his Volvo around the Boston area and delivering the Tooth Fairy Treats.

I remember wondering what it was like for Rachel to know that her dad was the tooth fairy and definitely being a little envious that her dad had this special job and this special power and that he had this whole other interesting life where my dad just came home from work and that was it.

I tried to act cool.

It's like if you're starstruck but you don't want them to know that you're starstruck.

Exactly.

You downplay it.

You try not to mention it, but you definitely check them out twice and, you know, look at them when they walk away.

You're like, oh, my God, you're the tooth fairy.

I knew enough to play it cool.

I said, hey, how you doing?

You know, what's for dinner?

How am I getting home tonight?

Are my parents going to pick me up if they called?