Elizabeth has a wobbly tooth. Our youngest child has reached the age of decay. Speaking of which, the copious amount of sweets that the children receive every time they so much as sneeze, is taking its toll. When Mary was invited by the dentist to choose her favourite colour from a colour chart, it didn't occur to us that she would end up with a bright blue filling that dazzles whenever she opens her mouth. Thank heavens it will eventually fall out, and we will be so much the wiser for our next dental appointment, and the tooth fairy may or may not visit. According to Mary's perplexed class-mates, she is only meant to visit for the first tooth. Ours must be an English tooth fairy, and unreliable too, since she forgot to visit two nights running and eventually got her act together after tears and a sincerely heartfelt begging letter from Mary.
