This morning, while I was eating my toast, I felt something wiggly in my mouth—my tooth was loose again!
I gave it a little wiggle with my tongue, and suddenly—pop!—out it came, right into my hand!
I gasped and ran to show Mom, holding it up like a shiny little treasure.
She smiled and gave me a special tooth box to keep it safe until bedtime.
All day, I talked with a funny lisp and showed my gap-toothed grin to everyone I saw.
That night, I placed the tooth under my pillow and whispered, “Goodbye, little tooth!”
I dreamed of sparkles and wings and tiny footsteps in the dark.
When I woke up, the tooth was gone—and a shiny coin was waiting just for me!