Okay – you’re 11. You know where babies come from. You’ve pretty much figured out the Easter Bunny is as scary as you thought it was when you were three. I’m okay with you being iffy about Santa Claus, I am too. I kind of think he’s real.
But, back to the subject at hand, do you think there’s a fairy that runs around and collects used teeth? I don’t think you do. Do you really think after multiple orthodontist “screenings” some wee fairy from beyond wants your old nasty molars? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. The deal is off. You can leave that nasty molar anywhere you want (yes, in fact, I HAVE noticed that your nasty old tooth is following me – nice touch leaving it on the saucer of my tea cup) . . . you are not going to get paid for it. Period.