Down the hall, the girls were brushing their teeth as they prepared for bed. Suddenly, we heard a blood curdling scream. And tears. Had it been from the mouth of our other two offspring, we would have dropped everything and run. However, this unleash of emotion was our drama queen so I stayed where I was and waited for her to arrive. Of course I was concerned, but not frantic at this point.
With giant crocodile tears and a high pitched cry, she arrived with this:
"I-I-I droooppped my tooth down the drain!!! Now the toooothh fairy won't be able to fiiind it! (Sob, breath, sob)" Even though I heard her, it was so dog-gone cute I said, "What, Sweetheart?"
Same words, same emphasis, same sobs.
Well. It seems the Tooth Fairy has given us yet another dilemma!
We calmed her down and told her to write a note explaining what happened to leave for the tooth fairy. I'm thinking, okay, so we just leave the $ and call it a day. Apparently Mr. Fixit didn't think the same. By the time I made it to their bathroom, he had the entire sink trap (I had to ask what it is called) undone and was looking for said tooth. No sign of it anywhere. The good news, is that we cleaned out the trap and we won't have to use Drain-o for a long time.
In all the turmoil, we couldn't even find an available pen in her room to write the note. I found an unsharpened pencil and told her to write an invisible note.
Amazingly, she did. A two page note.
After prayers and goodnight kisses, I had one question:
Why was the the tooth near the sink?
I was brushing the tooth so it would be clean for her. (what a silly question, mom)