I used to be scared of the tooth fairy – don't dismiss this as a childhood horror, as once when Percy put a tooth under his pillow, he woke up with a bite on the end of his nose. He looked in the mirror and screamed, and I giggled because he sounded like a little girl- even I couldn't scream that high pitched. Anyway, when I lost my first tooth, I decided to attack the tooth fairy. I put it on my bed side table and feigned sleep, until a person came into my room. They reached out to collect my tooth, at which time I sprang into action. I grabbed their hand and bit it as hard as I could. The light came on and I saw the fairy was my Dad.
The next day at primary school for magical children, they asked us what our parents did for a living. I said my Dad was the tooth fairy and the other kids laughed. But later at playtime one kid came up to me and said that her Dad was the tooth fairy and I was lying so I bit her too.
It turns out Dad is also the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas. Any man who is a fairy, bunny, and overweight old man can't be right in the head...