Dearest Tooth Faerie,
Thank you for coming through, once again. A certain small child here at La Casa B is still charmed by you and your offerings.
It might have been somewhere around two o'clock Tuesday morning when the Tooth Faerie visited and let me know that I couldn't just go to sleep without assisting her in her visit. I mean, Tuesday was quite the day* and my half-hearted mention to Pic that, well, if the Tooth Faerie didn't come that night, she'd come the next night, was entirely inexcusable.
How often, really, is Pic going to lose a tooth by knocking her knee into her face while trying to get on a swing? It was a somewhat upsetting experience. Cardo and I were getting the bikes ready for our family bike ride and Pic was taking advantage of a few minutes at the park. I watched her trying to get up on the swing and then she started coming back toward us. Her face just didn't look right; she looked completely disconcerted, actually. The sobbing came after a very slow build-up as she walked over. By the time she reached me, she had tears streaming down her cheeks and blood filling her mouth. Fortunately, she was able to let me know that she was okay, that her tooth had just fallen out, and that she was just freaked out by all the blood. We had a few minutes of soothing and hugs and we tucked the tooth into the car as we set off on our bikes.
By the time we got home, after a stop at the grocery store, I kind of just wanted to go to bed. However, as I said, the Tooth Faerie wasn't going to let me off the hook, and I'm glad she didn't. In fact, she had a new idea for the tooth exchange.
Behold her late-night handiwork:
Instead of the usual scavenger hunt, she left a jigsaw puzzle that when put together was good for one toy at Goodwill. Pic was incredibly excited about both the puzzle and the gift certificate!
P.S. Yep, the Tooth Faerie and I are on very good terms.
* On our bike ride Tuesday, we rode past a school where some sort of sports practice was taking place. I had just warned Pic not to ride too close to the parked cars because people were getting in and out of their vehicles when a woman opened her door just as Pic moved away from the cars. The very edge of the door hit the very edge of Pic's handlebar and she went down. Cardo and I swooped in to check on her and the woman also checked to make sure she was okay. Pic was definitely shaken, but (thanks freaking be) unhurt. (I might have quietly cried the rest of the way back to the car, though.) After such a day, a visit from the Tooth Faerie was more than welcome.