Evan spent the night this weekend and again lost a tooth here. This time he swallowed it. That suggestion upset him, so he created a great story about the Tooth Fairy coming and getting the tooth, but before she could leave any money, Jake woke up and scared her away. Seems we found 20 cents in the floor and she must have dropped that. He was much more comfortable with that explanation.
Next morning, the three of us built fairy houses. It was a bit cool so he had to wear my sweatshirt jacket. Steve called him The Blue Monk all morning.
Evan supervising his minion.