Bite me

Nobody in our house has believed in the Tooth Mouse for quite some time now. And these days, we've even got past the stage where people pretend to believe for old time's sake. Which means that we didn't really have any appropriate ceremony when Sophie lost a tooth earlier in the week. It fell out, we all looked at it - and then didn't know quite what to do with it. We couldn't put it out for the tooth mouse to carry away, and it seemed heartless to throw it away, but keeping it didn't appeal either. So it's been floating around the house for a few days now. People keep stumbling across it, screeching in disgust, and putting it somewhere else. This morning it was sitting next to the toaster. With any luck it will vanish soon. Maybe it will go to wherever all the girls' hair elastics go. Or to the place where the Pen That's Supposed To Stay Beside The Phone goes. Either way, hopefully it will eventually disappear for good...