The Lost and Found tooth

This past Friday I got a message on my phone from Christen. She was at the school office. Here is how it went: "Yeah, mom, uh, I found Brandon's lost tooth in my snack bag (with my cookies) uh, yeah."

CRAZY! -what? How you ask?

Yes - it is true.

Thursday night I was at a stk meeting until very late. As I came in the kids were in bed- thanks Todd- Todd mentioned that Brandon lost one of his last molars. I asked if he had taken care of "things" We still have a special visitor because of our youngest. Apparently, Todd was waiting for me to take care of it. I told him to go ahead because I had to do a few things before bed.

Friday morning was hectic because of the Harvest parties and the typical getting the kids out the door scenario. I quickly made lunches, proud of myself that we actually had fresh baked cookies for a treat.

Yeah -so how did the tooth get into the cookie bag? Well - the tooth fairy must have gotten hungry on the way out and had a cookie, mistakenly dropping the tooth in the jar!! -

OR - the tooth in the sandwich bag (where our family puts it and then under the pillow) got put in the tin foil/baggie drawer instead of "away" after. Todd is saying that he gave it to me, but I dont remember anything - hey it was 11 pm!! Shouldnt the dad take care of those things every once in awhile? Christen was grossed out, but I dont think it will send her to a therapist!