Uh-Oh!

Soooooo..... Right after I tucked in the boys and was crawling into bed myself, Grant comes downstairs and tells us that he's pulled a tooth. Mental note (I told myself)... then fell into a dead sleep. This morning as I'm having my coffee he comes down stairs and says (very calmly) the Tooth Fairy didn't come. OH-NOOOO!! I told him that she must not have heard about his lost tooth (since he pulled it out so late at night, you know?) He was okay with that... after I assured him that she would most definitely have heard the news by tonight and I am quite certain she will come visit.....she might even double her usual monetary gift. Guilt is a powerful emotion for the Tooth Fairy, don't ya know????