Oh, the humanity...

So, far from home, visiting sweaty Myrtle Beach, we retreat to my brother's condo for lunch after fun beachin' and pooling.  We're eating murkey sandwiches and the kids are eating PB&J's, enjoying the company of the Jareds.  All of a sudden, we hear a panicked cry from the corner.  We look over to see blood spewing from Jillian's mouth.  Well, not really spewing, more like a spot.  Our 7 year old, last of all her friends, finally lost her first tooth, after having a wiggler for several weeks.  She seemed more scared than excited.  She was a little nervous that the tooth fairy wouldn't find her while on vacation.  I said, "what's a tiny tooth like that worth anyway, a quarter?"  Daughter responds, "No way, 10 to 20 bucks!"  I said, " no way, I've heard of the rare tooth that might fetch a dollar, now and then."  Needless to say, the next morning their was $10 under her pillow and a type written note from the fairy, which was astounding because we had no typewriter or printer.  My baby, the toothless wonder, is all growed up.