A few days ago, my almost six year old daughter Maren called me at work. She was evidently quite distraught and had recently recovered from being freaked out. You see, when she was eating her granola, she bit on an almond and it immediately loosened a bottom front tooth. To say the least, she was quite startled, and freaking out ensued. Each day after that we expected it to be loose enough to pull but it wasn't and I wasn't allowed to use my pliers. Last night, we agreed that today was the day and after breakfast we'd make a go at the extrusion. Well, during breakfast today everything was relatively uneventful with anticipation of the pending removal. When Maren took her bowl to the sink after she was done, she stopped dead in her tracks and exclaimed "TOOTH!" (sometimes she prefers to use single words to explain the most profound truths). Apparently her tooth came out during breakfast consumption and went the way of all breakfasts. She was quite upset that the Tooth Fairy would not come now. But I assured her with a story from my childhood. The short of it: when I was in kindergarten I lost a tooth and never found it but the Tooth Fairy still came. I told her that we would work on drawing a picture of her tooth and put it under her pillow tonight for the Tooth Fairy.