Olivia has had a loose front tooth flapping around for what seems like months. On her birthday, she decreed that it would "be out by December 1." Well, that day came and went, and the stubborn hanger-on wouldn't yield. We were all concerned that the tooth fairy and Santa would be tripping over each other on Christmas eve.
As it happened, Olivia was getting one of her beloved boisterous piggy-back rides on Daddy yesterday, with Emily the dog in noisy hot pursuit, when she yelled "Dad! Stop!!!" I stopped, worried that something was wrong , and she said, laughing, "My tooth! It fell out!" "Where is it?" I asked. After a quick search of the floor, Olivia retrieved the recalcitrant incisor (before it was consumed by Emily).
Into the special Tiffany pouch (leftover from some former gift, or something) it went, and then under the pillow. A quick email to the tooth fairy, and we were all set. This morning, in place of the bit of decaying calcified matter, two dollar bills had materialized in the pouch. (Inflation??)
All are happy and relieved. Well, that's three down and 17 to go!
We're all ready for Christmas, and will post afterwards.
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