Berlyn lost her first tooth the other day.
I feel like this is kinda a big deal.
She thinks so too, it’s just not evident in this photo.
When I was little I had this tooth pillow thing, with a pocket, and on a night that I lost a tooth, I’d stick that crusty thing in the pocket with the hope that the tooth fairy would take it, and leave me some cash in return.
The whole process was thrilling.
Pat and I don’t emphasize Santa Clause at Christmas, and we don’t even mention the Easter bunny at Easter. But we’ve decided to embrace the whimsy of the tooth fairy. The tooth fairy is pretty awesome with her glittery ways, and her devotion to dental hygiene. I mean, what’s not to love?
So instead of just leaving a dirty wrinkled dollar bill under our daughter’s pillow, we decided to take it one step further:
Perhaps this note made her a little too excited because she burst into our room at early O’ clock pounding on our bed and waving the letter around. Plus, she lost another tooth that morning too.
So we drafted up a new letter:
She was beyond thrilled to get two letters in a row, and now we have set up a standard. Which means I can’t be lazy, and just stuff a dirty dollar under her pillow. But to be honest, I’m just as excited as she is.
Her joy is my joy.
Now all I have to do is figure out what to do with all these baby teeth.
Do any of you have fun tooth fairy traditions?
Or ideas on festive crafts for blood stained teeth?