The Gone Tooth

Yesterday morning, Jack woke up discovering his loose tooth was gone. We were afraid that he had swallowed it, but luckily, we found it in his bed. And, it just so happened that the letter of the week for show-and-tell at Mother's Day Out was "T". So we packed up that little pearly tooth in a ziploc and sent it in his backpack. He called all of his grandparents and told them, "I have a gone tooth!" The toothfairy snuck into his room last night, trailing little white pixie-dust footprints, and left $5.00. (Inflation, you know.)