Two teeth lost this weekend. Emily had a very loose one for about three weeks. But first she lost the one opposite it. Strange. The following evening Martin & I were joking with her that we would come upstairs and pull her tooth while she slept. Shortly after putting her to bed, she comes downstairs bloody mouthed and tooth in hand. I was so proud. She fears the actual pulling, although she admits it's never hurt. I had to call Martin who was out at a movie, to bring home four quarters (I had given him what I thought were the last of mine for parking). But I found six. Thought a bonus was in order for the independent pull. Next morning she comes dowstairs with ten quarters. At first I thought she had the four from the previous evening, then I realized Martin had put four under her pillow when he got home. Hope she doesn't get any ideas that $2.50 is the new going rate.