Thanks for believing

Dear Tooth Fairy,
Thank you for the kind letter and $5! We must share with you (who ever you may be in Austin, Texas!) that special moment upon arrival….

Nadie ripes open the letter and hands the card to Mom to read and upon hearing that it was from the tooth fairy starts to jump up and down exclaiming, “Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH! How did she know? I can’t believe this! Mom, Mom, look at this!”

Mom’s reaction after reading the oh so cute letter, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! How did she know? I can’t believe this! (who sent this….)”

Sawyer upon overhearing all this, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this! THAT”S NOT FAIR! I’m the one who lost the last tooth!" (nothing is ever fair to Sawyer and Nadie). And the chase was on throughout the house…with Mom left in the dust still pondering it all…

Final outcome: they have decided to split the bill and have planned a trip to the Village Shop’s candy counter when next in town!

Thanks to the Tooth Fairy of Austin, Texas for another “treasured moment”…we still believe and it’s nice to know others do as well.

Now word has it at school that there is a hob globin who leaves a bag of candy on your doorstep on All Hallow’s Eve….we’ll let you know if one does exist…

Thanks Austin Tooth Fairy! You’re the best!

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