Teeth, blood and fairies...oh my!

Sophie "lost" her first tooth last nigh.

I put lost in quotes because the tooth did not leave of its own volition. It had been loose for awhile, and I think it was ready to come out. But the tooth actually separated from Sophie's mouth only after she tripped and did a face plant into the ground. So the tooth was not really lost; it was ousted.

As is typical in these types of situations, there was blood. If Sophie had injured another body part and even the tiniest drop of blood had been spied, sobbing and hysteria would have insued. But because she was so damn excited to lose her first tooth, the blood became a badge of honor. We rinsed out her mouth with salt water a few times, and that was that. Not a word of complaint.

Tucking her in for bed, I was dismayed to see that she hadn't cleaned up her room. "Sophie, I hope the Tooth Fairy can make it to your bed tonight without tripping. It's dangerous in here."

Sophie replied, "Mommy, the Tooth Fairy flies. You don't have to worry about that. She is very good at her job."

This morning...five dollars! And T.F. even left behind the tooth so it can be placed in Sophie's tooth box, which she has been patiently waiting to use now for over a year.

Sophie was right...that Tooth Fairy is a total professional. And that's a good thing, because the ousted tooth's neighbor is barely hanging on. I think we'll be seeing T.F. again very soon.