Little Girl: “I lost my tooth, Mrs. Gard!!!”
Me: “Well, let’s put it here in your coat pocket.”
Little Girl (sad face, on her hands and knees searching under the desk): “I lost my tooth, Mrs. Gard.”
Me: “You lost your tooth, and now you’ve gone and lost your tooth?
Little Girl (muttering to herself): “Oh man. My mother is going to be so mad when she finds out I’ve lost my tooth. What’s she going to think? What’s she going to say…? She’ll say, ’Oh ____, you lost your tooth…where is it?’, and I am going to have to tell her, ‘I don’t know where it is, Mom’.”
End of the Day:
Me: If I find your tooth, I’ll save it and give it to you on Tuesday, kay?”
Little Girl: “Okay!!!! (then, contemplatively, she says, as if deciding I might need some description so as to narrow things down) “Okay, well…it’s WHITE….and it’s a little dirty.”