The Tooth.

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A few days ago my youngest lost a tooth. Not his first, his fifth. But this one is different for some reason. All the others have gone eagerly to the tooth fairy in exchange for a dollar. But this one, he wants to keep. He put it in an envelope and then instead of putting under the pillow, he put it in the nightstand. Every night he pulls it out and says "mommy, do you think I should keep my tooth?" Then he asks his sister and brother. Then he puts the tooth back into the nightstand. Until tomorrow night when the decision has to be made all over again. I'm not sure why, but it is interesting. A right of passage, I guess.