Missing

Chloe's second loose tooth has been wiggling around nicely for about a week, making mealtimes difficult, but yesterday was really different.  It was so loose she was nervous to talk or play outside for fear of loosing it in the dirt.  (Evan thought God really should have made teeth metallic so we could find them with metal detectors.) 

Well it finally fell out last night, right at bedtime. Her grown-up tooth was rather impatient with this whole process and began it's emergence behind the baby tooth.  Evan's bottom teeth did that too, and all will be well with time as it straightens itself out. 

She waffles between wanting desperately to believe in the tooth fairy and also wanting to be like her big brother who has all but ruined that magic for her.  But right as she held her new tooth in her hand she said, "I'm really starting to think the tooth fairy IS real," and closed her eyes like she was making a wish.  She loves imagining that it's magical at least.