Little Miss R is very distressed. She lost a tooth at school today and she has no idea where it is. She really thinks that the tooth fairy won't come to visit her because she doesn't have a tooth to actually give the fairy.
We decided that a letter to the tooth fairy would be a good idea so she dictated one to Mummy.
How could the tooth fairy not come after this?
As for Master M. He's buttering me up with flowers which he keeps bringing in from the garden.
It's so lovely and beautiful but then a get a little worried at what my mini tornado has done to make him want to bring flowers into me. He's learning very early that flowers seem to be a nice way to say 'sorry'.