She came out of the bathroom at home and said to my mother, "Gammy, I am bleeding." My mother examined and found the root cause: her mouth and a missing tooth.
Sadly, Amy lost the tooth - either ran down the drain, fell on the floor in a hidden crevice or was swallowed. Nonetheless, we convinced her that a note to the tooth fairy would do the trick.
Man was she excited about losing that tooth. She had been talking about its loose state for several days and we teased her incessantly about pulling out pliers to extract it. Good thing she has a sense of humor.
Chad assisted Amy with her note which we have safely tucked away for posterity, and they positioned it under her second pillow so that the tooth fairy would not wake Amy when visiting in the evening. They read the "Tooth Book" before bed time hence the nick name "Toothie Ruthie" which comes out of Amy's mouth as "Toofie Roofie."
I bought Amy a special lip gloss (which by the way, she does not like) from the Body Shop - spent $10 on it so when I say special, I mean it!
And when I got home that night, it was my job to sneak into Amy's room and serve in the role of tooth fairy. Chad thankfully left the bathroom light on and the door ajar so that I could be sly in my entrance.
I lifted the pillow only to find Amy's arm draped across the letter and the edge held firmly in her sleeping hand. I was very gentle and slid it out, dropped the money ($20 if you want to know) and positioned the lip gloss. All before running like a school girl back to my bedroom.
Amy was excited the next morning to find her wares ... "what do you call this rectangular shaped money?" It's called a "$20 bill." A bill.
The excitement still has not waned ...