During our wait at O'Hare, the moment finally came. The icky grey tooth was barely held in there and Daddy reached in and picked it out.
As you can imagine, this creates a little bit of a problem. Smunch lost his tooth in Chicago, but we had to make sure it arrived safely at home to put under his pillow here.The next morning, he found two notes under his pillow with a White Sox cap (to complement the Cubs shirt we'd bought in Chicago) and a dollar coin.

He was one happy camper...although he didn't recognize the dollar coin. I guess I'd failed to introduce him to one of those since he understood money. Thank goodness Smunch doesn't have a clue what a White Sox cap goes for at the airport or the Tooth Fairy, Chicago affiliate would be in big, big trouble for setting a very bad precedent!
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