Day 5: The Tooth

Sunday morning, I was reading Toby a Magic Treehouse book (another great present from Theresa). And Anna came bounding down the stairs, shouting, "My tooth came out!"

It seems only recently this, the 7th of her lost teeth, was only starting to move slightly. But she had been aggressively wiggling it, and is quite fearless now about any pain or blood associated with losing a tooth.

On the other hand, she's still afraid of the dark, bad dreams, and certain scary things. Yesterday, we saw Ice Age Continental Drift at the movie theater, and since it's nearing October, there were several previews for Halloween movies. One in particular continues to haunt her a bit. Frankenweenie is a rather creepy-looking Tim Burton film about a boy who brings back to life his dead dog. This bothered Anna, and she hopes not to find this dog in her closet.

In a distantly related turn of events, our two goldfish both died today. I may tell the story another day, but while I expected the kids to both be distraught, it did not seem to bother them. They were rather curious, and enthusiastic about the possibility of getting new fish. I never quite know what will upset them and what they will shrug their shoulders at. As long as our goldfish don't come back to life, I guess we're ok here.