Another one down

Riley’s 4th tooth has been getting wigglier and wigglier. I could have sworn she was going to loose it at school, but lo it was there when she got home. Of course, since Brian was sitting in the backyard, that tooth didn’t even make it into the house. (okay, okay, Brian is reading over my shoulder, so as he pointed out, technically the tooth did go into the house to get a tissue to sop up any ensuing blood, and then Brian pulled it)
And so now she’s got a gap the size of Alaska in her smile.
And her second sentence after the loss of this tooth was...
“You know, Mom, it’th thorta hard to talk.”
So, this tooth was lost on a Friday, the one day of the week that Brian and I are most exhausted. Also, I had a sorta early run in the morning...
Basically there were lots and lots of reasons... but the Tooth Fairy forgot.
I remembered about 5 miles into my run. I was running down John Sims Highway with Hilary, telling about Riley’s tooth, when suddenly (after some choice cuss words) I whipped my iphone out of my waterbelt and speed dialed Brian.... about 30 minutes too late.
So, we’ve come up with a couple of hypotheses for the Tooth Fairy’s lapse. Brian mentioned that since the tooth was wrapped in a tissue in the pocket of the tooth pillow and then placed under the pillow that Riley’s head was on, it’s conceivable that the Tooth Fairy did not actually forget, but just couldn’t find it (this was Brian’s explanation). I hypothesized that since I fell asleep with Riley while we were reading (half way through our first book and with the light still on, even), it’s possible that the Tooth Fairy really did stop by, but was perplexed by my own complete complement of teeth and flittered away.
Whatever reason, the Tooth Fairy was sure to remember the next night.