Snaggle Tooth

Sarah finally lost one of her top front teeth yesterday. They have both been wiggly for months and months now, but either they just didn't want to give up the ghost or she wasn't fooling with them to get at least one of 'em loose enough. Two days ago she was begging me to pull the right one because it was pretty wiggly, but not quite enough to yank out of there.

However, when I picked her up from school, she showed me the gaping hole and held up her tooth in a zip-top bag - "Look, Mommy! It came out!" I knew it wasn't loose enough to pull, so I asked her how it came out:

Sarah: Well, there's this plastic tub and it hit my tooth and it just came out!
Me: What? A tub? What?
Sarah: Yeah, a tub.
Me: Okay, tell me what happened. Did you hit it on the tub?
Sarah: Yes.
Me: How? (Why am I having to ask 20 questions? She's just like her dad, I swear!) Were you leaning over the tub?
Sarah: I was getting something out of the tub and I bumped my tooth on it and just popped out!

Okay, whatever. So we put the tooth in the tooth box, slid it under her pillow and this morning there was a shiny gold dollar coin in place of the tooth. And here's what's bugging me - This is only her third tooth she's lost and she's already so nonchalant about getting money for the tooth... like "Oh yeah, here's my money Mom. Ho Hum."

???!!??

I was always super excited that the Tooth Fairy left me money. Sheesh. Kids these days, I tell ya. I wouldn't be surprised if the Tooth Fairy left her only a piece of lint next time. Nah, she wouldn't be that mean, would she? ;)