On the way home from the beach yesterday, Brooke was eating an apple and her tooth fell out. Of course, she wasn't able to hold onto it for too long before she dropped it somewhere in the car. We searched and searched, but couldn't find it. (I think it just blends in so well with all the other crumbs on the floor of that van. Sad, but true.) Thankfully she wasn't too distraught about it. She very confidently said, "I'll just write the tooth fairy a note." So she did. And I am so happy that the tooth fairy didn't forget this time. Whew! This morning when Brooke woke up and got the dollar from under the pillow she said the cutest thing.
Ben asked, "Did the tooth fairy write you a note about not having your tooth?"
Brooke, "No, Dad. If you loose the tooth you just write the tooth fairy a note. And then you think about really happy things so you dream good dreams and you are smiling in your sleep. And then the tooth fairy can see that you lost your tooth."
So cute!
