Yesterday morning Offspring #1 lost another tooth. It's his fourth one and, at last, the drama surrounding the general loss of teeth thing seems to be dying down. This time round he left it alone until it was good and wobbly then wiggled and wobbled it with all his might until the darn thing came out. He announced the news to the household and grabbed a cup, added the tooth and some water, and set it on his bookcase for the Tooth Fairy's impending visit. Hubby and I both made a mental note to remember the visit and then we all got on with the day.
I don't need to go into detail do I? Let's just say that halfway through breakfast this morning #1 remembered his lost tooth and raced down to his room. The sad wail that followed was truly worthy of an acting award. Of course some quick thinking saved the day - the Tooth Fairy is particularly busy on the weekends so sometimes she can't quite get to all the kids, especially as Perth is sooooooo far away from anywhere else, but the kids she missed last night go to the top of tonight's list so he's guaranteed a visit tonight. He checked that it would be 'impossible for her to forget' and was reassured that this was indeed the truth and all is well with the world.
Now I'm going to put the money for the visit in a place I can't possibly miss it so I won't forget. Again.