It fell out today.
And not a moment too soon, since it’s been hanging by a thread for days. It finally came out at school with some advice from a friend (“Pull it!”) and two complete twists. When I heard that, I swooned — and not in a good way.
I advised Annabelle to ask Tabitha Fairchild just one question tonight. “Save the rest for the next tooth!” I said, warning she was going to run out of things to ask her tooth fairy. But every time she’d finished, Annabelle came up with another question; she wound up with six:
Are you married? (No, but I have a boyfriend)
Do you brush your teeth? (Of course!)
Will I ever see you? (Crap, forgot to answer that one)
Do you have a tooth fairy? (Yes, she brings me hair accessories)
Do you have parents? (Yes, I’m very lucky, they’re very nice!)
Now for the glitter and the silver dollars and the note and the barrettes I snuck to Walgreens for and the nervous breakdown inducing tooth removal. Wish me luck.