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Offspring #2 lost his first tooth the other night.  He was very excited to put the tooth under his pillow for a visit from the tooth fairy.  We put it in this little wooden tooth-shaped box.  It’s pretty old…my wife used it for her teeth when she used was a kid.  As such, the lid is a little loose.  To prevent tooth loss (you’ll laugh later), I put a rubber band around it to keep the lid on.

Well, the next morning, offspring #2 comes in to the bedroom to inform us that the tooth fairy didn’t leave any money.  I’m not sure who came up with the theory, but we’re all guessing that the tooth fairy couldn’t get the box open due to the rubber band.

We put it back under the pillow last night.  I sealed it with a rubber band again with much concern from offspring #2.  I assured him that the tooth fairy would be able to figure it out this time; however, when Mom took it out later to “check on it,” the rubber band had been removed.  I guess he didn’t want to take any chances.

I haven’t heard from him yet this morning, but I’m assuming that all went well.  Never mind…I had just hit the button to publish this and he came into the office to inform me that he got a dollar from the tooth fairy…along with a little note saying, “Sorry I didn’t leave your money last night.”

 J

I was reminded of the psychological scarring that can be caused by a motion sensor and a 2000 psi flow of water.  When she was little(r), offspring #3 had a near-death experience on a public toilet…see, she wiggled a little too much on an auto-flushing toilet and the ensuing fear from the jet engine blast underneath her as the toilet flushed just about killed her.

Ever since then, the toilet gets sized up when she walks in to the stall.  If it has the Terminator-style electronic eye (complete w/red flashing pulses of death), she will say “Magic Flusher,” point at it and wait until you cover it w/your hand before she will get on and take care of business.

I thought this was a thing of the past, but the other night, I took her into one of the “Family Restrooms.”  She was preparing for the job and just kind of stopped.  I said, “Come on…” and waved her over, but she just pointed at the wall and said, “Magic Flusher.” 

How long does this last?  Is this why women go to the bathroom in pairs?  So the other one can cover the Magic Flusher sensor?

J

Saturday was opening day for our baseball season.  It was  a long day of baking in the sun, but it was a good time.  Here are a few snaps to keep you busy.

J