Her arrival has been anticipated for weeks in our home. Denver commented on a wiggly tooth before Christmas, and since then we've been subject to frequent demonstrations of the tooth's increased movement. Denver is six, and has long awaited the moment when he would have a delivery for the tooth fairy. Last night while brushing his teeth, that day finally came.
Ceremoniously, I handed him the little white wooden tooth box. He placed his little tooth inside and beside his pillow. Then he couldn't stand not looking at it; he took it out again, looked at it, lost it, found it, and placed it carefully back in its box-- Whew!
This morning I heard, "Momma! Where are you?" He came into the office with a dollar in one hand and a First Lost Tooth Certificate from the Tooth Fairy. I read the certificate to him and showed him The Tooth Fairy's signature. He let me take his picture, and then enjoyed looking at his picture for a moment.
Never one to savor the moment too long, Denver plunked his certificate on the table and went to his armoir to find his wallet. With his dollar tucked safely in his Batman wallet, he said, "Well, that's it then. Can I go on the Wii?"
"Sure, Buddy," I replied. That's the last time one of our sons will lose his first tooth.
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