So Owen begged me to pull her tooth the other day. It was incessant. I know it was bothering her, but if you know me, teeth are NOT my thing. So the fact that I finally decided to give it a yank or two should tell you how insistent Owen was being. After one or two tries, I got sick to my stomach and told her she'd have to wait and keep wiggling it.
So we're sitting there reading quietly when she screams, "I lost my tooth!" It simply fell out while she was busy wiggling it. (Thank goodness!)
This is where the horror begins. I'll admit it, the tooth fairy is bad at my house. She is frequently late. So late in fact, that no one bats an eye when she does show up on time. But this time, she was four days late. And this morning, we woke up to Owen screaming and crying, "My tooth is gone and the tooth fairy didn't leave anything!" We assured her that the tooth fairy hadn't come yet. (Meanwhile we're scrambling for cash to see if we can pull this one off...) No tooth. No dollar. No fairy tale ending.
So amidst tears, Owen wrote this note for tonight.
Updated: The tooth fairy has arrived, well before morning and has left the cash and removed the note.