Sweet Tooth

The other evening, after our nightly ritual of bath, books, and brushing, my daughter informs me that she believes a tooth fairy visit is soon to come. She said that while brushing her teeth, she noticed that her bottom front tooth was loose.

She was excited. I was sad. My litle girl is going to start losing her baby teeth. Next, she'll be telling me it's time for a bra. I can't take it.

A few days later we were having dinner and going through the usual back-and-forth of trying to get her to eat something green from her dinner plate. It takes her the early part of the evening to come close to finishing whatever she's having for supper. Usually, she needs to be bribed to eat something from the food pyramid. Put a piece of chocolate cake in front of her though, and you'd think she hasn't had a meal in days. She scarfs it down, then licks the plate.

Anyway, with a loook of total sincerity she says, " I think the loose tooth might be my sweet tooth. When it falls out, I bet my vegetable tooth will come in."

Priceless.