The Westside Story

We went to the dentist yesterday and they cleaned both D’s and K’s teeth (and got their fingernails painted).  You gotta love a good visit to the salon … I mean, dentist.  Anyway, D’s bottom tooth was really loose and we knew it would come out any day.  That night as she was brushing her teeth I heard a scream from upstairs.  The girls had just been fighting so I didn’t worry about it until K came running down to tell us, “D’s tooth fell out! And there’s blood everywhere!”  When we arrived in the bathroom at the top of the stairs, there was D, a big smile on her face, with her mouth hanging open and her hands trying to catch the little stream of watery blood coming out.  I think she was just so surprised the tooth had actually come out that she wasn’t sure what she should do about the blood.  I would have posted a picture, but our camera battery is still dead from our trip to Washington DC.  (Sorry, no pics from that trip either.  We may have a little bit of video, though, if we ever get around to downloading it.)

I’m not sure what the going rate is for the tooth fairy. So, if you read my blog, I would like to know:

1)  If you have children who have lost teeth, what did the tooth fairy bring them?

2)  If you don’t have children who have lost teeth, what did the tooth fairy bring you when you lost yours?

For myself, whenever I lost a tooth the tooth fairy brought me a quarter, a dime and a nickel.