My husband apparently still believes in The Tooth Fairy.
Earlier today Lily lost her first tooth. We’ve been aware of it being loose for about a week. It seemed like she should have been able to pull it out the first day she noticed it, but she was a little slow in the process and it finally popped out today.
She was very excited, obviously. We all were!
After she went to bed, The Tooth Fairy, otherwise known as me, wrote her a special note about her first lost tooth and slipped it with a dollar into her special tooth holder owl (pictured above) after retrieving her baby tooth.
When I came back downstairs, I made my husband look at how tiny the tooth was and asked him what I should do with it. Should I just throw it out, or am I supposed to keep the thing?
“Aren’t you supposed to put it under her pillow so The Tooth Fairy can come?” he asked.
I stared at him for a minute. “Where do you think I just got this tooth?”