Dodging bullets

When I picked Margaret up from school yesterday, she was wearing a small, plastic, tooth-shaped box on a string around her neck. She had lost yet another tooth — she's up to 8 now.
She wore the necklace all evening long and we carefully put it under her pillow with the string hanging out just a bit, so it would be easier for the Tooth Fairy to get.

Mar was exhausted from a long day. She had to get up and get herself dressed early and come to work with me. She had a field trip and then Mar and I had a meet and greet meeting with the charter school people in the afternoon.

Thursday night's are always a day I look forward to as our dear Tracee Trace and I bask in the guilty pleasure that it Survivor — although neither of us scored even on point in our made-up Survivor game yesterday.

Usually, I work on the week's laundry Thursdays but I was just too run down. I went to bed early and read.

And I forgot about the Tooth Fairy completely.

At some point in the middle of the night, Margaret came in my bed. After I got out of the shower she was sitting on the edge of my bed with an excited look on her face

"Can I check under my pillow?" she asked.

Oh shit. I forgot.

Quickly, I said, "We gotta hurry this morning, so why don't you get dressed first." Then I rushed off and helped the Tooth Fairy with her tooth donation.

Then I came back into the bedroom with my toothbrush and said, "Oh, OK, go look."

Phew!