
Amelia and our dog Bentley have an affectionate
relationship. We call Bentley the President of Kissing because if he isn’t sleeping
he’s probably kissing somebody, usually Amelia. So there they were kissing and laughing and snuggling on the
living room floor, and all of a sudden Amelia says:
“Mommy, Bentley is kissing me in French!”
WHAT THE HELL????
What are they learning at big kid camp? It’s bad enough that
she’s learned the words to Taylor Swift songs (and thankfully still prefers My
Little Pony) but she’s also heard of French kissing? From WHO??
So of course, I stammered something about Bentley being a
French poodle and tried not to make this a big deal. But in my head it was
disturbing enough to distract me from Operation Tooth Watch until at least an
hour later, when Amelia just didn’t look quite the same. I asked her to open her mouth and there
it was – or wasn’t – the tooth was GONE.
Not even Amelia had noticed it falling out.
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And so we searched. All over the house and yard. No tooth.
Amelia was devastated because she wanted to see the bottom of the tooth.
Sentimental me of course wanted to save that sucker in a little box with the
lock of hair from her first haircut.
Yes, I have that. Don’t judge. And of course, we had to turn something
over to the Tooth Fairy.
So Amelia wrote the Tooth Fairy a sweet letter of explanation.
And the tooth fairy forgave her in a return letter and delivered some good loot
and very authentic fairy dust, which proves beyond any shadow of a doubt that
she was indeed in the room, dropping dust from her wings as she hovered above
the tooth fairy pillow. So all’s well that ends well, and Amelia still
believes.
Please
let’s talk about fairy dust again.
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