DD2 lost her first tooth today. The lower front right one - but one. I discovered an adult tooth already sticking up behind it a couple of weeks ago, with no sign of any wobbling.
DD2 didn't know she'd lost it. I
don't think I ever managed to not know I'd lost a tooth! That is a
fairly big deal!!!
Anyway, she lost it at some point while
playing in a park, and so in a little glass babyfood jar, next to her
pillow (she insisted on leaving the lid off so it was easier for
'Wiggles' the toothmouse to put the money in there) is a note:
Dear Wiggles
I lost my tooth today at M***** Park. Please could you find it there?
Love
DD2
This tooth mouse is an amazing creature. He managed
to find many a tooth I'd lost as a child. He wrote me a long detailed
letter in TINY print about his horrid ordeal with a flat bicycle tyre
the time he didn't come to collect my tooth for a couple of days. Poor
thing.
He has dutifully followed my family around the
southern hemisphere and now pays my children '5 pieces of money' for
their baby teeth. He's collected 6 of DD1's so far and should visit
her again tomorrow hopefully as she's been unable to eat properly for
days, with a front tooth that is very loose and spent dinner twisted
completely backwards in DD1's mouth.
The '5 pieces of
money' are 50c I think. I hope. I can't remember what he's been
paying DD1, as since the girls have been selling their own eggs, and all
children putting their own money into the church plate (Well, except for DD2 today. He just couldn't seem to part with the
coin tightly clenched in his fist, for either collection at Mass today)
and buying their own tiny presents for themselves and cousins, the value
of money has changed somewhat, recently. At least it's 'pieces of
money' that count.
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