The Tale of the Twice Lost Tooth

When I picked Bronwyn up from school on Thursday, she was absolutely BEAMING!  She usually gives me a pretty big smile, but that day I could tell something really exciting had happened.  She held up her hand to me, opened it, and inside was a little tooth!

Her first lost tooth!

I kept telling myself to take a picture, but then I would get distracted.  And before I could snap a shot of her new smile, she pulled out her second tooth of the day!  After which, I immediately took this...

When her teeth first started to wiggle, we made a little tooth box to be ready for the big day.  She carried her teeth around all evening, which totally stressed me out.  I was super worried that she would lose her teeth before the Tooth Fairy could come and get them.  And at 5 minutes before bed, she threw a tantrum, knocked the box over, and both teeth went flying.

We took to the carpet and started searching.  I quickly found one tooth and handed it to her to put in her tooth box.  About a minute later she told me she had again LOST the tooth I just handed her!  A minute later I found a tooth.  No idea which one.  But we never did find both of them.  EW!  Who knows where it is now.  Really hoping the vacuum finds it before anyone else does.

I thought for sure tears would be involved, but Bronwyn just shrugged it off and wrote a letter explaining the situation to the Tooth Fairy.  And when 2 dollars were found in the morning, Bronwyn assured me that the Tooth Fairy had found the second tooth.

I sprinkled glitter around to be Fairy Dust, but she didn't fall for it.  She just gave me a weird look and said it was glitter.  :)

And how lucky am I that she wanted to leave her tooth box downstairs on the counter?