B lost his first tooth today. It's under his pillow in a small tooth box the dentist gave him, waiting to be exchanged for money. It seems like just yesterday I was wrapping my tooth in toilet paper and putting it under my pillow, or watching my Mom perform "magic" by setting a wrapped tooth on fire and finding a quarter in the ashtray. I wanted to make a special tooth fairy pocket and get some glitter, but I decided to keep it simple this time. Our dog is also spitting out teeth all over the house, so I asked him why the tooth fairy doesn't come for her. He said, "She doesn't have a pillow." Details.
I've been quite sensitive lately to all the growing up that is going on around here. I catch myself hugging them a little tighter, or immediately stopping what I am doing for a request to be carried, even though they are getting quite heavy. Have you ever found yourself in a slight panic over time going by too fast? I try to slow down and remind myself each year is different, but still good. Some years you believe in the tooth fairy, while some you become one.
So fellow fairies, what do you leave for a tooth?