One for the Money

My little guy lost his first tooth!

I could hardly believe last Friday when he told me it was loose. It took me completely off guard. Aren't they supposed to be big kids when teeth fall out? He must be bigger than I want to admit. The little tooth has been hanging on for days. So, of course, it fell out outside and is somewhere in an half-acre of grass. Good luck to the tooth fairy! Little Guy dictated a note to me for the tooth fairy in hopes of getting paid for the missing tooth. Here's his letter: "Dear Tooth fairy, I lost my tooth today, but I can't find it because it fell out when I was jumping on the trampoline and eating a Popsicle. My fallen out tooth should be worth some money, but I don't have it because it's in the yard. Will you still give me money? I had a clean tooth, and my dad is happy it fell out. I have a big boy tooth that I can already see. Thank you for the dollars." Notice the "s" at the end of "dollars" I think the tooth fairy has a high bar to meet at this house!