She said it was wiggly. But how? She just turned five. She has a vivid imagination. Fanciful. We checked. It was wiggly. Oh my, we said. Soon you will lose it and— I know, I know, she sighed, in her world-weary sixteen-year-old-five-year-old way. You put it under your pillow and the tooth fairy brings you … Continue reading Toothless wonder