Oh to be six again

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While we were in China, Alex lost her second tooth. Unlike the first, this time around, however, the tooth fairy was none too excited about it.

Alex waited for us to get home from China. She wanted to show us the tooth before giving it up to the tooth fairy. Soooo excited - she showed us the tooth and told us at least three times all about how she twisted it, and twisted it until it came out in her hands. "There wasn't hardly even any blood."

With great ceremony, we helped Alex put the tooth in the special little box, and then put the special little box into the special little pillow, which was then placed carefully under her pillow. And then we promptly forgot all about it, until the next morning when a dejected little Alex stood beside my bed with the special little pillow, which held the special little box, which held the lost tooth.

And the next night, with great ceremony, we helped Alex put the tooth in the special little box, and then put the special little box into the special little pillow, which was then placed carefully under her pillow. And then we promptly forgot all about it, until the next morning when a dejected little Alex stood beside my bed with the special little pillow, which held the special little box, which held the lost tooth.

Oh - we're bad. Soooo many repeated excuses, reasons and rationalizations about the poor overworked/unionized Tooth Fairy.

On the third night, that lazy little twit finally showed up and took the tooth away, leaving behind two shiny gold $1 coins. And, to her credit, Alex was just as excited as she would have been on the very first night.

She woke us up the next morning with an excited, ear-to-ear grin, "Mommy! Mommy! She was here! It fell on the ground again. And listen - Money!!"

Oh, to be six again.
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