The parents were nestled all snug in their beds when, suddenly, Meg remembers we didn’t deal with Leanne’s lost tooth and sends me flying around the house to scrounge up a suitable… I don’t even know what to call it. Reward? Hard to call it that, the child didn’t actually do anything. It’s just nature. I don’t get a reward whenever I take a dump, that’s just nature as well. So now I’m off on another adventure to jam my hand under her pillow like I’m some sort of redneck fishing in a mud hole.