The Girl

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.

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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.