Loose Tooth!

That's right! at long last, Ms. Molly has a loose tooth. She woke up yesterday and leaped out of bed declaring "I have a loose tooth!" And she's barely been able to keep her finger off it since then. She also refused to go into the sand at first, for fear that she'd lose the tooth in the sand and not be able to find it!

She references the tooth fairy often, usually describing what she thinks the tooth fairy will bring her (toys, not money) and that she knows who the tooth fairy really is ("it's your parents!" she declares. After which I usually ask - "Nona and Opa?!" or "If I'm the tooth fairy, why don't I know it?"). She's also decided that the tooth fairy won't come until we get home if she does happen to lose her tooth while we're on vacation, because, of course, the tooth fairy needs a vacation as well. Which is good, because we have a beautiful tooth pillow waiting at home.