I'm Sorry, Miss Fairy, You're Fired
Abby’s third baby tooth fell out yesterday on our way to dinner. Thankfully the tooth was not lost, as was the last one in a horrible “I swallowed it” crying fest.
No, this tooth was preserved and kept save, and upon our return home it was placed in a large purple zipper bag for storage. I say “large” because Abby had planned out how she was going to deliver this tooth the the tooth fairy, and in involved a small purple net-mesh bag with a gold drawstring that really was perfect for the task. Sadly, it got misplaced along the way, and we weren’t able to find it. So we were stuck with the larger purple bag.
Abby duly placed the tooth-containing purple bag under her pillow last night and awaited the fairy who never came.