Last night at about 1:30 am I was awakened by my daughter handing me something. Past experience has taught me that anything handed to me in the middle of the night by a small child is not something you want to hold onto. Typically it's a booger or head lice. So it being 1:30 am and with this prior knowledge tucked firmly in my mind I took the offending object and hurdled it across the room.
Little S looked up and me and smiled. Even in the dark I could see a hole where her tooth had previously been.
Mommy it came out! I lost my first tooth! Should I put it under my pillow? Will the tooth fairy come tonight?
Suddenly it hit me.
I had had thrown my daughters first tooth somewhere in the dark. So at 1:30 am this morning the great tooth hunt began. Armed with Kindles and flashlights we searched the great expanse of the rug. Boy those little baby teeth are small. After several panic filled minutes I found it stuck to the bottom of my foot.
I think were waiting for that tooth fairy's visit for tomorrow night.