going, going, gone

At the ripe old age of 6 my baby girl lost her first tooth. It was SUPER loose and neither she nor I wanted to pull it out. After lots of meals spent eating with only her back teeth…….it finally fell out at school. The tooth fairy has apparently gotten a raise in the past 25 years, and exchanged Mallory’s tooth for a two dollar bill. Delighted might approach describing her lever of joy at this milestone! I remember how hard we worked to get those teeth to finally poke through her gums when she was 9 months old.