The Girl’s first tooth fell out today – surprisingly early at four. We take care of her teeth, and it's probably nothing to worry about, but as is my duty as a paranoid Papa, I will check with a dentist all the same.
She was thrilled when it fell out, and then distraught when it fell from her hands and she couldn’t find it. After a long search The Girl finally said, “Could it be in Mama's teacup?” Mama carefully poured out the milky tea, and there it was.
Tonight as she lay in bed we played “I spy with my little eye." She comes up with difficult ones – “something beginning with T” was one of the “twigs” in the broom.
“I Spy with my little eye, something beginning with ... P!” she said.
I went through pyjamas, pig, picture, painting, pinky finger ... “I give up, what is it?” I asked.
“I’ll give you a hint – he has a gold ring, a red shirt and a scratchy chin,” she said.
“Papa” I said, laughing.