Trevor lost tooth #2 last week. Again, he wasn't at home. I wasn't there to pack gauze in the newly hole. I wasn't there to cheer and clap and start making plans for the tooth fairy's return visit. Again, I was bereft. Ok, I wasn't really. The magic is really gone after the first tooth. He lost tooth #2 at his daycamp, and they sent it home in a cup.
And, it's still in that cup because Trevor can not and will not trade it for money from a magical, mystical tooth fairy.
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