The first tooth was pulled in our house this week. It was actually not pulled because both the Engineer and I refused to do it, so the owner of the tooth managed to do it herself. Super proud about this rite of passage, she allowed for a photo to be taken and ran off to go and dig out the little box they made a church for the tooth mouse. Yes, I know, in English, it’s a fairy, but for some reason, the Afrikaans speakers decided that it should be a mouse, which is important for the purposes of this story.
The excitement about the night-time visit, which will only happen when everybody is asleep, found the Lilliputians in bed way before bedtime. The tooth, was safely wrapped and tucked into the little box, awaiting appropriate reimbursement.
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