Babysitting my little cousins today and we had a tooth accident(will share tomorrow in slice of life) and it got me thinking about teeth, the tooth fairy and the dentist. When I was younger and I had my first loose tooth I was very scared to actually pull it out of my mouth. I'm not sure if I thought there would be gushing blood, or if I would have a hole in my mouth that food would get stuck in but all i knew was that I did not want to pull it out. Not even the inticment of money from the tooth fairy would make me pull it out. (Who is this crazy lady who collects teeth anyways?) The tooth dangled by threads for a few days, I didn't even wiggle it with my tounge but I knew it was getting looser. One night while eating supper the tooth came loose and I swallowed it with my suppper. No blood was gushing out, my mouth didn't have a ginormous hole in it--I was fine and I did not even notice it was gone. When I finally noticed it was gone when I was done eating supper I was very upset. Now I did not have anything to give the tooth fairy...So I wrote a note to the tooth fairy instead about how I had swallowed my tooth and I was sorry I could not put it under my pillow for her. I awoke the next morning to a loonie under my pillow---I guess the tooth fairy understood my story and felt I deserved a loonie anyways even if I didn't leave her a tooth.