The tooth fairy finally paid Olivia a visit. For months her tooth was loose, and she impatiently would wiggle it and ask when it would come out.
Finally, when it seemed loose enough, Claus got a piece of gauze and pulled it for her. It came right out. She didn't even know it was out at first!
It was very, very exciting. I still remember how excited I was when my dad pulled out my first tooth.
She looked at the tooth and wanted to find a container for it to bring to school for Show & Tell. She actually did not want to put it under her pillow until she brought it to school, because she thought the Tooth Fairy would take it away.
I asked, "Maybe if you write a note, the Tooth Fairy will leave it behind." So Olivia wrote a note.
Then we asked what she expected the Tooth Fairy would leave. She shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Money?"
After we put her to bed, I went upstairs and wrote in my best fairy-like handwriting a little note back to her. We left her a dollar and a big plastic diamond that I had just bought in anticipation of this occasion.
I then hid the jar of other diamonds in the closet. I forced Claus to look at where I put it because I already KNOW that I will hear this question for the next tooth extraction: "Where are the tooth diamonds?"
In the morning, Olivia groggily looked under her pillow and recovered the money and fake diamond. She was nonplussed. She really just wanted to return to sleep.
I put it in a bag for her to take to school, where it received lukewarm reviews. The thing that's most interesting to her is that she's now just like most of her classmates who are losing teeth, and the second most interesting thing is that she can put a straw through the puka where the tooth once was.
One down, 19 more baby teeth to go.