Tonight, as we sat down to eat dinner, Bella's very wiggly tooth plopped right out of her mouth and into her spaghetti. We celebrated with a toast and three cheers! The generous tooth fairy will come tonight (HE insisted the first one is worth a ten-spot!), so the excitement will continue tomorrow morning. I just stopped in her disaster-of-a-room to wish her good-night and told her that she should clean it up because the Tooth Fairy might trip on something on her way in. She replied, matter-of-factly, "Fairies fly Mommy, she'll be fine".
