Last night, Emma ANOTHER tooth. This is her FOURTH tooth and she's only five!
The problem was that she had to go to bed before Daddy got home, and she wanted him to see her tooth. So she wrote a note to the toothfairy. She asked me how to spell each word and took her sweet time writing it. Mind you, she was tucked into her bed when she lost the tooth. So was this a stall technique or just sweet? You decide.
Yeah, sweet. You're right. Well, just as I tucked her in again, the note safely balanced on her tooth box, Daddy came home. Much to his delight (not! teeth gross him out!), he got to hold Emma's tooth.
She was very excited about how shiny and small it was. It was really cute how eager she was to show me where the weeds used to be. Weeds? Yep. She gets "roots" and "weeds" mixed up. SHE IS SO CUTE.
Anyway, the toothfairy left a sparkly quarter coated in fairy dust in her tooth box, complete with a trail of fairy dust from the box to her bedroom window which was cracked open a smidge. Emma TOTALLY believes in the toothfairy, and it's really fun to play along. The toothfairy even left a little fairydust on each of the girls' cheeks where she must have kissed them. The girls were excited all day about that!
(Note to self: when making a tooth box, do not dangle noisy beads all along the outside of the lid of the box. It is not conducive to being a sneaky toothfairy! I can't believe the toothfairy has yet to be caught with all the racket her box makes!)
So now I have the cutest little toothless girl you've ever seen. Addie's sad that her teeth aren't loose yet, and Brody is working on a bottom tooth right now. I think it'll be awhile before anyone loses another tooth around here. And if it's Gary or I who do, I probably won't blog about it. I just think the cuteness factor would be lacking, don't you?