Poof

In my last blog I forgot to tell a story. It's one of magic, hope, disappointment, and growing up. And denial. Rachel finally lost a tooth that had been giving her much trouble. The permanent tooth was coming in behind it and causing some pain. She was glad to have it out, as was I. It meant we didn't have to pay to have it pulled out...yeah! Our tooth fairy is usually late. Sometimes by a day or even two. At that point, she feels guilty and usually leaves something big like a new movie. Anyway, Rachel asked if I thought the tooth fairy would come that night and I was pretty positive she would, as the next day was Sunday and she wouldn't be able to give any guilt gifts the next night. When I remembered to check to see if the tooth fairy had made it (while Rachel was in the shower the next morning!) I found the first note of a tooth hunt. Time was short. I only got as far as the second clue. Rachel was a bit disappointed that the fairy was not able to find the tooth, but happy with the money left. Poor tooth fairy. Out-smarted by a ten year old who is still trying to believe the tooth-fairy is real.