Last night, while I was upstairs I heard Olivia make a crying sound, so I knew the two 
were at it again, which happens a lot recently.
 
While expecting a telltale from her, I was surprised when I heard her saying: "Mommy, 
come downstairs, I have great news for you!"
 
She came upstairs looking very excited and proudly opened her mouth for me: "See, I 
lost that wiggling tooth! Evan knocked it out when we were fighting and it did not 
hurt! But I don’t know where the tooth is as it was just flying out of my mouth."
 
Gosh, that sounds pretty violent, I need to have a talk with the little guy (turned out 
that Evan hit her mouth with a pillow).
 
"Mommy, could you please go downstairs and help me find my tooth?" Olivia asked.
 
"Of course!" I said since I wanted to save all her teeth as a souvenir.  
 
So I went down to the "crime scene" and luckily spotted the tooth on the carpet right 
away.
 
Olivia was very happy. 
 
"Thank you mommy for finding my tooth. Otherwise, the tooth fairy will have to look 
for it all over our house when she comes tonight."
 
How considerate!
 
Olivia put her tooth under her pillow before I read them the night time story. I then 
gave them a kiss and hug, turned off the light and walked out of their room saying: 
"Sweet dreams my babies, I will be right next door and I will check on your guys once 
in a while."
 
Now I have to go find some quarters :)
 
Then I heard Olivia say in the dark: "Okay, mommy! Let me know what the tooth fairy 
looks like if you see her coming."
 
"I sure will!"