Tooth Fairy

Thursday
Kid's got a loose tooth. I thought five and a quarter's a little early for loosing teeth, but having spoken to my father that's exactly when I lost my first one too. I take a wiggle at it, and it's loose alright, but not loose enough for it to drop out and get swallowed by accident. Let it be. Thank God, cause for some reason I find the idea of pulling someone else's teeth out kinda disgusting.

Friday
Kid comes home sans her bottom front right tooth. Just as well, cause apparently it was starting to get in her way: Friday mornings I teach English to her kindergarten class, but she didn't attend that morning because she "couldn't barely talk through her loose tooth!" Say what? Anyway, we got Tetukas on skype to show him, and he asked her if she lost it in a bar fight. "Nooooooooo," she said, "I pulled it out myself!" She might have said pull, actually, she hasn't quite mastered past tense use in English yet.

Saturday
The tooth fairy came in the night and brought her a fiver. I can tell you it certainly wasn't I, I was too afraid of getting caught--I'm not great at sneaking quietly. Five is sort of alot, I think, and Tetukas agrees, but my special lady insisted that you can't buy anything with two, which is the next unit of currency down. That turned out not to be true. The ice cream she and I buy costs 2.50, but the ice cream my daughter chose only costs 1.59, a disgusting lime ice cream/sherbet, so two would have done it. Would it be weird if the tooth fairy brought less next time? We could always say it's normal to get more for the first tooth, just to make losing teeth more appealing, the old bait'n'switch. On the other hand, it makes little difference: what my daughter did with her five is buy herself an ice cream, me an ice cream, and then chip in the rest of her five for the ice creams I bought to bring home to my special lady and Egle, who was visiting.