Britton has lost a second tooth! I thought it was wiggly, but not loose enough to come out. Then I spied the new tooth already coming in. Britton is half-shark! The hubs' hand wouldn't fit in Britton's mouth to yank it out, and I was too freaked out by the idea to give it more than a half-assed effort myself. Finally, while giving Britton a bath, the hubs got a grip and yanked it out.
The tooth fairy brought a whole dollar (we're resetting the expectation here), and a little porcelain chicken. Thank you early Easter decor sales! Britton told me weeks ago that she wanted the tooth fairy to bring her a little chicken "that fits in her hand." I oddly remembered that conversation, which helped cement Britton's undying commitment to the existence of the tooth fairy. Two teeth down, many many to go!
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