A member of the next generation just came to me at my computer and sat down in my lap. She told me that last night, about 10:00 pm, after she had been put to bed, she lost a tooth. She decided not to tell her grown-ups and to run an experiment. She simply put the tooth under the pillow herself. And nothing came.
I babbled off something about how do you know that the grownups do not have magic powers to contact the tooth fairy?, but she was not impressed. I then told her the tooth fairy probably has a tight schedule, and if you lose the tooth too late and put it under the pillow that night, the tooth fairy will not be able to get there that same night. So many teeth, so little time. So try again tonight.
She agreed and smiled. It was a molar, so she did not have a gap-toothed grin, but it was a sweet knowing smile. She's going to leave it under the pillow again tonight. We will create our own magic right here in our simple life together.
Earlier yesterday she sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" at a great great aunt's 90th birthday party:
Somewhere over the rainbow way up highShe's in on the drama.
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true