My enterprising niece took her lost-tooth story to my father, Pop-Pop Schlosser, and the upshot was another dollar. In triumph, she turned her eye upon her maternal grandfather - relating her tooth tale with the added rider that she'd received a whole dollar from Pop-Pop Schlosser. The result? Five smackeroos! Talk about upping the ante. My niece hastened to inform Pop-Pop Schlosser of her maternal grandfather's tooth generosity. Pop-Pop Schlosser promptly whipped out his wallet and handed her a ten. My eyes just about popped out. My teeth had been worth a quarter and no questions asked.