The poor toothfairy was bizzy-bizzy last night!  Bailey spent the morning with a pair of pliers trying desperately to extract his prize.  Gives me shivers!  Later on, Ella was crying (surprise, surprise) when she discovered a loose tooth in her mouth.  I was so excited for her -- yay!  A BIG girl!  But, of course, she had trouble letting go.  Then, her big sister came along and they locked themselves in the bathroom for an important surgical procedure.  Five minutes later - no tears - Ella emerges with a tiny pearl in hand.  Of course she lost it right before bedtime, but that is the standard proceedure around here.

Now, Ella knows I'm the toothfairy.  But in her mind I'm THE toothfairy.  Meaning, I show up at YOUR house too, you know?  I've got this sparkley deep green evening gown and shoes with rhinestones and, in her mind, she's stumbled upon my secret toothfairy outfit.  "But where are the wings, Mama?"  "At the drycleaners, of course."  I told her that when she grows up, I will give it to her and then SHE will be the toothfairy. 

I used to tell the kids that I was Mrs. Incredible, but they wouldn't fall for it.  I told them that after they all went to bed I would run around the house in spandex.  Jonathan and I would laugh and laugh!  "Why is that funny, Mommy?"

So, today I'm about $1.50 poorer (this toothfairy is a cheapskate) and I've tucked away my superpowers until called upon once again.  No, today the extent of my powers I will wield upon my trusty crockpot, some onions, carrots and a buttload of chicken breastuhses.  No, that is not a typo.  That's how I say it.  Sort of a shout-out to my sister who taught me the "correct" pronunciation. 

Alright, now I'm getting silly so I better dash.  Must thaw chicken stock!  Away!!!!!