"Dear tooth fairy, I am only 4, but I still lost my tooth. Love, Emma."
Who knew she had been telling the truth all this time when she said her tooth was loose… I just figured she wanted to be like Zach. So by the time I first saw it wiggle, it was on it's way out. She wiggled it nonstop for the next day, ("Hold on, Alexandra, I have to wiggle my tooth!") and with a quick tug from Dad when he got home this afternoon, it was gone! Don't worry, the tooth fairy still gives $$ to 4 year olds… spent the next day at the dollar store (where else?) on a new jumprope. Happy lost tooth, Miss Emma! I still can't believe it!
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