So, yesterday at 2:30 I was sitting at the table working. The back door opened, and in came James. 2:30 isn't his lunch time or any kind of break time, so I was curious. As it turns out, he'd been sitting at work, stewing over the fact that her FIRST lost tooth was gone. (He wasn't at CiCi's with us the night before since it's float week around here.) So he went over to CiCi's and talked to the manager and looked around.
James walks in, and tells me he has a happy for me. I'm a little weirded out that he's home at such a random time, and wondering why on earth he thinks I need a present when I'm in the home stretch of my work day. He digs in his pocket and pulls out...a tooth. Only, it's so, so obviously NOT Kayci's tooth.
And so the best daddy story ever is born. And the lost tooth? Still hanging out with all the other lost teeth, young and old, at CiCi's.