How many dong for a tooth?

Have you ever contemplated that question?  That was the question of the night when Nolan lost his first baby tooth.  Thirty-two thousand dong is the answer (or whatever you have in your wallet when the pealry white pops out late at night, and you're all in bed).  I  was startled awake by, "Mom!  My tooth!  My tooth!  It didn't even hurt!"  That had been the worry of the past few days as the tooth wiggled more and more.  "Will it hurt?  Will it bleed?"  And with one little wiggle, those questions were answered.

Then the next set began.  Is there a tooth fairy in Vietnam? How will she get into our hotel room?  We don't have a chimney.  Foster suggested she might come in through the toilet pipes (nice).  We determined that the crack under the door was plently big for a fairy to squeeze through.  And then there was the "tooth box" issue.  Foster and Brianna both have special boxes to store lost teeth in so they don't get lost under the pillow.  What was Nolan to do?  Brianna started brainstorming and sacrificed her pencil sharpener for the job.  She emptied out the shavings, made a fluffy pillow of cotton, placed the tooth inside and closed it up.  Nolan had one more idea: a gift for the fairy.  He grabbed a pen and carefully wrote "To Tooth fairy.  From Nolan" on one of his fake $100 bills and squeezed it into the sharpener along with his tooth.

It just seems wrong that a $100 bill nets you 32000 dong - or about $1.50.  Nolan seemed unfazed by the inequity in the business transaction and socked the money away in his duct tape wallet.  His plan is to buy a package of Oreos and three sodas with his earnings - just what the tooth fairy ordered.