When I was a little girl, I stumbled upon the biggest secret of all time. And until now, I have kept that secret.
A long time ago, when the world was new, my sisters and I spent much of our summer vacation with our grandparents in Southern California. My grandmother was-and still is-a glamorous, gorgeous woman who worked out every day, applied flawless makeup, dressed beautifully and was darn lucky she married a chef because she couldn't-and still can't-cook worth a darn. Except cheese on toast. She still makes excellent cheese on toast.
Anyway, one summer, I had a loose tooth. It wiggled. It waggled. It was clearly going to jump right out of my gums at the earliest opportunity. So it was no surprise when we were at the beach and my tooth fell out as I bit into a French fry. After a bit of drama from me (a few tears, mainly because when the tooth fell out I dropped the rest of my fries), Grandma bagged my tooth.
That night, while we were sleeping, I heard a noise thatRead More »from Parenting Guru: Who's your Tooth Fairy?