A few days ago Mira ran up to me in a tizzy. I could not understand one single word but I saw blood. Oh gads, deep breath… swooning, swooning.. .no.. must fight.. BLOOD! ACK! It was running down her arm and I was certain there was some massive gaping wound that was the source of it.

Did you know when blood mixes with drool it can look like there is MUCH more blood then there actually is? Did you know that it can look like your child just slaughtered a man with her bare hands? Now I know.

It turned out all that blood was from a wiggly tooth. One little stinkin’ wiggly tooth that ruled our universe for four torturous days. Four days of anxiety and fretting. Four days of tooth fairy obsession. Four days of Mira spitting food across the table every time she took a bite of food, convinced that her tooth must have JUST dropped out.

Saturday morning was punctuated with a scream.

“It camed out! It camed out!!Now the tooth fairy will come and leave me money!!”

Mira is now the proud owner of a $2 bill and a lisp that I’m sure her speech therapist will love.