Reagan started screaming.
She rushed up to Rob and I, in utter horror, crying.
"WHAT?!?!?!" We both asked.
"MY PEAR IS BLEEDING! LOOK!!!" And she showed us the evidence, spitting bites of the pear she was eating into her hands.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, Reagan, I suspect there's a tooth in that pear somewhere," I said. And I dug around in the chewed up pear bits until I found it. One, teeny, tiny little tooth. Yup. There it was.
"You lost a tooth, sweetie. Your pear isn't bleeding."
"Oh," she said, and smiled, showing a gap on the bottom level. How quickly the horror turns to glee.
"I hope the tooth fairy comes tonight!!"
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