*Early in the morning, you heard your daughter squeal. You and your husband immediately jolted up and ran toward her bedroom, violently pushing the door open.

She threw her little hands in the air, cheering, "The tooth fairy came!"

You looked at her bed, which was filled with hundred dollar notes, under the bedcovers, the pillows, everywhere...

While your daughter was happily throwing her money in the air, you slowly turned to face your husband. "I said give her a dollar," You whisper-yelled*