The Small(er) One is close to losing her two front teeth and is terrifically excited at the prospect of crossing this latest Big Girl threshold. Firstborn, delighted she can parade her prior expertise in the tooth losing arena, has been dispensing knowledge at every available opportunity with the occasional scare story thrown in for good measure ("It only bleeds really badly for a little while, don't worry"). Yesterday Firstborn drew me to one side with a very serious expression on her face. "Mummy," she said. "I am in two minds about something." I raised my eyebrows: "Two minds? Really? About what?" "Well," she sighed dramatically. "I think I should be telling the truth about the tooth fairy." "The truth? Er, what do you mean?" I stuttered. "Well, Mummy, I know." She paused, "I know that the tooth fairy isn't real." "Rubbish!" I exclaimed, "Who told you such a ter...
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