the tooth saga

La Princesita lost her first tooth the other day. And when the women of this family lose their first tooth, it is with gusto. I lost mine in the fashionable and conveniently enamel-colored carpet of my bedroom while with a babysitter when I was five years old. Heartbroken, I wrote a note to the Tooth Fairy in the last-chance attempts at being assigned an understanding, compassionate Fairy (rather than a mean-spirited Troll that leaves coal under my pillow? Who knows.) who would forgive me this foolish slip-of-the-tooth.

La Princesita's tooth was hanging on for dear life. As being the first, she is not yet so agressive as to just yank it out; instead it became a loooooonnnnnnnng, draaaaaaaawwwwwn out process with her even afraid it would come loose and she would swallow it during the night. It so happened the tooth dislodged while out on the playground, during her kindergarten class on Tuesday. I was greeted upon picking her up from school with a sobbing little girl and a teacher who assured me that "she did everything she could" (which I am sure meant scouring that mulchy playground at the request of my daughter...)--one would have thought the world had ended and, during our walk back home she stopped several times to just cry into my shoulder. We did make it home, and I suggested we have lunch together and read "My Tooth is About to Fall Out", which made her feel a bit better. She then proceeded to write a note to the Tooth Fairy, again with the same hopes in her mind, I believe, and then we left to carve pumpkins at the purplescrapbooks' house.

And we had a live jackie o'lantern for Halloween this year!

P.S. The next morning La Princesita came running out and said, "Momma, the Tooth Fairy understood!" She was thrilled.

May she always believe...