This morning, she woke up and found a quarter in its place.
(She knows I put it there, and she thinks the tooth fairy story is entertaining, as far as stories go, and we didn't destroy her childhood by telling her the truth. She was just pumped to find money in her bed. She doesn't really care how it got there.)
There was little fanfare involved. We were reading our story before bed, and she interrupted.
"Excuse me," she piped up. "My tooth came out."
Sure enough, there it was. One tiny little pearly white in the palm of her hand. She was pretty excited. This moment had been a long time coming.
Did I mention she had been wiggling this tooth for almost a month now? And that the permanent tooth taking its place is pretty much all the way in already? And that the sight of my 6-year-old wiggling her teeth makes me a little queasy?
I don't know if I can do this 19 more times.
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