Tooth Fairy

Yesterday Gary pulled out one of Logan's many loose teeth. My boys don't seem to mind having a loose tooth. In fact, they seldom wiggle it. I have to remind them. They can have loose teeth for months on end it seems. Right now, Logan has about three loose ones in his mouth still. It drives me crazy! I want to get in there and wiggle them for them.

Anyway, I've gone off on a tangent. The whole story is about the tooth Gary pulled out. We told Logan to put it in a zip-lock bag and put it under his pillow. The boys have TINY TINY teeth and they are mortified if they lose it sometime between putting it under the pillow and going to sleep that night. Logan had his securely - we thought - in his bag and went down to bed to await Gary tucking them in. When Gary entered the room, Logan was swinging his bag around in the air and then, much to his horror and dismay, realized his tooth was no longer in the bag. Begin the screaming, wailing, and overall fit-throwing here.

Gary, the loving dad he is, spent about 30 minutes on his hands and knees looking for the minuscule tooth in a sea of shaggy carpet but, alas, it wasn't to be found. We explained the whole consequence thing AGAIN to Logan and went to upstairs still undecided if the Tooth Fairy would visit or not. As the night wore on, the Tooth Fairy softened her stance and decided to visit with the much coveted dollar anyway.

As she was placing the dollar oh so carefully under the pillow so she wouldn't wake the sleeping Logan - who is the second lightest sleeper after Dylan in the Bishop home - she felt something under his pillow. It wasn't the tooth. Instead, it was a piece of paper with a note lovingly written in red colored pencil.

"Dear tooth feire

My Dad poled my tooth out! then when I toock it dawn to my room I lost it I hope you find it. P.S. Look on the back

Love

Logan."

And the back:

"I lost it in my room"

That kid is a problem solver! And for a first grader, I don't think his spelling was TOO bad.