Sophie lost her first baby tooth today. She had been feeling quite left out and sad because she was the last of her friends still left with a mouthful of teeth. Well, tomorrow at school she can finally join the league of the toothless grins.
My baby's growing up...sniff, sniff.
Luckily she's still young and innocent enough to believe in fairies...
The day that comes to an end, I believe, will be a sad one for me.
***UPDATE*** Sophie got up this morning, checked under her pillow and grabbed the envelope then checked around some more. I asked what she was looking for and asked if the Tooth Fairy paid a visit. She said a very feeble "Yesss..." and had a tiny frown. I asked what was wrong and she said "Nothing". She opened the envelope and smiled when she showed me the cotents. I congratulated her, went downstairs. Next thing yo know Jon comes to me saying that Sophie is crying and super sad because she misses her tooth. Wishes she could "look at it and keep it and now it's gone FOREVER."
UGH! I am such a novice at all this!! What do I do? If I show her the pretty place where I kept her tooth in hopes of having a collection I could show her when she got older, I will kill the Tooth Fairy fantasy. She lives for this stuff! :( Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma...
