My son has continued the tradition of mining teeth in exchange for money. Last night, a slightly wiggly tooth managed to make its way into fairy world by way of the hard graft of a six year old. He treated extracting that tooth, one bloody wiggle at a time, like a job. He was paid, although since he is a minor, the fairy did not feel obliged to pay him minimum wage. It was more of a stipend than anything else.
Early signs of wiggle in the other front tooth are too early to call, but the fairy may be back to pick up a tooth before the week is out.