It had been wobbly for quite some time. There had been long discussions about the tooth fairy and whether she was real. Was the tooth fairy a girl? A boy? Or something else? Should we find some high speed cameras to document the fairy's arrival? Or would that scare her off forever? Do fairies need privacy? Does everyone have their own personal fairy? Or is their just one?
He had just got home from dinner with his best buddy. Apparently, he ate lots and lots of pasta. In a foretaste of adolescence, he immediately darted for the kitchen to get some more food. He came back chomping on an apple. He gobbled it up and went to throw away the core before he came to get some "large muscle activity" (his words, not mine.) As he looked in my direction, I saw the gap.
"Spence, you lost your tooth!"
Where was the tooth? We retraced the steps. We dug the core out of the trash can. (Yes, I realize we should be composting.) No tooth. Had a terse discussions about the necessity of digging through the entire trash can to unearth the very tiny tooth. We decided a note to the tooth fairy would be sufficient.
("Dear Tooth Fairy,
I lost a tooth in the garbage maybe!!!!
Thankfully, she read the note and left the goods. She even left behind a smidge of fairy dust!