You lost your first tooth. It’s a good one. Front and center. You transformed from a fully-teethed little kid into a Little Rascal with that new gap in your smile.
This milestone happened while I was out of town, unfortuately. I had a work trip to Denver followed by a detour to San Francisco to get us signed with Italian passports. You gained international benefits from my trip and you’re welcome. Well, actually, I messed up a detail and didn’t get your Mom’s signatures notarized. so I didn’t technically get the job done in San Francisco. We got the right documents in the mail after I got home.
Enough with international documentation and back to this tooth, which was a surprise event. I hadn’t seen you work or wiggle it much in advance. You just popped it out in the middle of the school like it was another normal day. This is in stark contrast to your sister, who moves heaven with emotion about losing them but refuses to yank her very loose teeth.
You scored a few dollars from the tooth fairy for your brave effort, which created a base for a lot more income that came from a neighborhood garage sale that your Mom organized the next weekend.
I am famous for my willingness to throw away anything of value for the sake of tidier spaces, and your Mom is more the kind to keep things until they sell or find a good home. To Mom’s credit we made something like $125 over a couple of days of selling well used toys and clothing. Eliza fared better, but I think you still came out with another $20.
That’s a lot of Pokemon cards, so don’t spend it all at once.
Love, Dad