Hallie has been whining for months that she is going to be the only one in kindergarten who hasn't lost a tooth (I was the same way and didn't loose my first tooth until well into first grade, but what child wants to hear stories of Mom's childhood!?), but low and behold, she woke up one morning with a wiggly tooth! Four (painful) weeks later, it was loose enough to come out so Daddy went and grabbed the pliers...uh, I don't think so. So he settled for using his fingers and out popped her toof!
The toothfairy visited our house for the first time and left her with this note that read, "You lost your first tooth, isn't that neat? Now you can smile with a little less teeth. Your sweet tooth is gone but don't you worry, here's something sweet I brought in a hurry;" and she gave Hallie $1 and a couple sticks of gum. She thought it was the coolest thing ever! (Sorry it's sideways, my camera is deciding to act up)
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