Steve told me first yesterday. Then I talked to Maddie, and pretended I didn't know. This is how the conversation went:
maddie: hi Grammy
me: hi Maddie how are you?
(I heard her taking a big breath of air, like a pitcher winding up to throw a ball)
maddie: I LOST A TOOTH TODAY!
me: NO! YOU DIDN'T! REALLY?
me: how did you lose it?
maddie: I got hit in the face by a basketball and it got knocked out.
me: do you have the tooth?
maddie: no, we couldn't find it
Leave it to my girl to lose a tooth like that. Smacked in the mouth by a basketball. At first, I thought maybe she had swallowed it, like a puppy. But she swore it was knocked out, not in.
So I told her the Tooth Fairy would still deliver if she left a drawing and explanation of the lost tooth under her pillow. I told her I would leave a message for the Tooth Fairy too.
So Jen got busy with Maddie and this is the letter she left under her pillow:
For those of you who can't read 5 year old, the note says:
"I lost my tooth and it shot out. I am sorry."
Sorry appears boldly, probably to prove how sincere she was for not having the tooth to swap for money. Maddie was probably thinking this would get her a better payback.
My note said this:
I saw Jen's post on Facebook this morning. The Tooth Fairy came through. Jen said Maddie was up before the alarm went off, running through the house screaming: "MOMMY MOMMY LOOK WHAT THE TOOTH FAIRY LEFT FOR ME!"
It was $5. Yes. Five dollars. And a printed letter from the Tooth Fairy, AND a handwritten note. I think the Tooth Fairy is a bit OCD with the accent on obsessive. I should have had a talk with the Tooth Fairy personally last night.
And this is the new Maddie:
I look at that photo and see a tired little girl who has had a BIG day. She has had tooth-loss envy since her cousin Jack lost his first tooth. But she has now arrived. She is a bona fide member of the Tooth Fairy Club.
I feel a little sad at this point. Every tooth she loses is a step away from childhood and toward adulthood. If I could, I would find that tooth and glue it back in her mouth.
But sadly, time only moves forward. So I celebrate for Maddie.
And sorrow for me.