All I Want Is What's Coming To Me, All I Want Is My Fair Share

When the kids lost a tooth in school, we made a very big deal of it:  They ran to the front desk to get a little treasure chest container, they laughed wildly with open mouths to show off the new extra tongue space, they could barely make it down the hall, passing friends and teachers, without reaching their fingers into their mouth trying to show you the empty pocket where a tooth had once been.

And we weren't the only ones that made something of it:   Each parent had their own rituals around this event, usually involving money, or a gift, or a note under their child's pillow.  Each lost tooth meant grand excitement.  You're growing up!  No six year old wants to miss their spot in the limelight.

One day, after much talk among many of our toothless wonders, little A. wondered outloud if she hadn't lost a tooth recently and not realized it?  She decided to err on the side of caution and immediately wrote this note:

Dear tooth Fairy,

I think I lost a tooth

Can you drop off something?

Love, Abbey

A truer determination there never was.