This morning we're all at Seattle Gymnastics Academy for a Saturday morning lesson. Anya didn't want to go because her tooth was loose and she, "might knock it out while doing jumping jacks or something."
Ten minutes into her lesson she came to me and asked me to pull the tooth. I did.
She immediately ran back on the floor yelling, "I lost my tooth, I lost my tooth!" All the other girls gathered around to check out the new hole, and the wonky sideways adult tooth coming in behind it.
Addendum: the tooth fairy ended up coming, but was confused when she couldn't find Anya's tooth under her pillow. It turns out, Anya put the tooth under the cat for safe-keeping. Of course.
Fortunately, Gossamer Moontree (that's the tooth fairy's name) was resourceful enough to write a note about the missing tooth with the glittery dollar bill attached. All is now well. The dollar is in its rightful place with the kid and the tooth is with the tooth fairy.
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