My Daughter's Lost Tooth

My daughter lost her first tooth at dinner, in a piece of corn on the cob. She held it up like she'd found a diamond.

She put it in a tiny envelope under her pillow with a note: "Dear Tooth Fairy, here is my tooth. It is very small. Please tell me your name. Love, Ava." She drew a picture of a fairy holding a toothbrush.

I stayed up until eleven writing a reply in tiny, curly handwriting on a scrap of glittery paper. "Dear Ava, thank you for your beautiful tooth. My name is Florabel. I am using it to build my castle. Brush well! Love, Florabel."

In the morning she screamed so loudly the neighbors probably heard. She has read the note approximately four hundred times. She's now wiggling every tooth in her mouth, hoping for more correspondence.