At dinner over at Granny Franny and Grandpa Bob's house, Jenna bit down on her dessert (apple pie) and started crying. Her tooth, which was loose, now hurt very badly. I looked, and it was bleeding. So we went to the kitchen, grabbed a paper towel and pulled. She really started crying as it hurt more now. What she didn't realize was that I had her tooth in my hand! When that became clear, the tears dried up and this look crossed her face:
Much better! She got a silver dollar from Grandpa Bob (he had promised) and one whole dollar from the Tooth Fairy.
As I tweeted this morning, "Santa, Schmanta. Kids frickin' love the Tooth Fairy!"