Saturday, May 12, 2012. Daddy got out of bed and left the room to get the baby up. I was still groggy and coming out of my sleepy state, when I heard, through the baby monitor, my daughter's voice. She said, "Look, Daddy! I lost my tooth!"
And so it began. Our sweet Coco has joined the many millions before her to sell her pearly baby teeth to the Tooth Fairy, hoping to fetch the highest price for her homegrown treasure. And what was her reward for the years of effort, cultivating the bony growth in her mouth until the harvest? A shiny new quarter!
Something tells me she liked the profit margin she achieved, and this will not be the last sale of its kind that she will make. An entrepreneur is born! Now . . . with the holes in her mouth, the next question is: HOW WILL SHE EAT? Maybe those enterprising brothers of hers will be struck with a brilliant idea for a liquid diet for 5, 6, and 7 year-olds with gummy mandibles. Set up the bank account! Ka-Ching!
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