Last night Abby "lost" her third tooth. I say "lost" but in reality, Brian pulled it out while she was sleeping. The fact was, we were getting ill from watching it wiggle around in her mouth for weeks on end, on its last thread, while Abby refused to do anything more decisive than move it gently with her tongue. She'd stopped eating anything that required chewing and we all had our lives ground to a halt by this tooth. Besides, it was gross just hanging there. So when she fell asleep, we stole into her room and Brian plucked it out with a cotton round. She woke up straightaway, but was thrilled to find it gone.
Needless to say, the tooth fairy made her third appearance. We told her that the next time she should only pretend to go to sleep and take a picture of the tooth fairy when she comes. Abby rolled her eyes. "The tooth fairy knows when you're sleeping and only comes when you are asleep. She's wise." The ", duh" was strongly implied.