Fast forward twelve hours and our hopefulness just turned into a room full of sleeping people. Sadly, the tooth fairy was, apparently, unable to find our Wyatt. The Embassy Suites must have been too confusing, what with all those rooms and having to sneak past a front desk that's manned all night long. Wyatt took it in stride, reporting his finding (tooth still there, no money) first thing Sunday morning. We assured him that she'd find him as soon as he put the tooth under his own pillow. We were proud (relieved, actually) that he went with that so easily.
Until we found this:
In typical Wyatt fashion, he was up quite a while before the rest of us and had entertained himself quite nicely in the front room. Apparently he also used that time to vent his frustration, because here's the back of the same note:
Umm, perhaps he was a little more irritated than we realized. I never knew I could be so amused by his writing, feel so guilty for its content and take such pride in his use of the universal 'circle-with-a-line-through-it' all at the same time. That's Wyatt - he keeps us on our toes!