Bad again...

Speaking of bad, this week the award for the worst parents ever goes to Sam and I. Laura lost her other front tooth. That night she actually went to bed on time without her usual complaints of “It’s still light out” and Sam’s favorite “can we play hide-n-go seek instead”. The next morning when her alarm, she insist on having one, went off at 6:45 she actually got out of bed before I had to go upstairs and be the mean Mom. She came into our room and miserably announced that the tooth fairy had not come in the night to take the tooth and leave money, her tooth was still under her pillow. We assured her that this happens all the time, although I am not too sure about that, that this time of year must be the tooth fairies busy time, and the rain must have delayed her, or as Laura pointed out him. Lucky for her when Laura got home from school that afternoon the tooth was gone and in its place were some Euro and a note apologizing for being late.


Sam likes to call this picture "Shark week!"