One day my little sister, Sarah, kept wiggling her tooth.
"Mommy, I have a loose tooth!" she said.
"Do you know who comes when a tooth falls out?" I said.
"Who?" Sarah asked.
"A tooth robber!" I said.
"Owen! Stop teasing her," Mom said.
Sarah still looked confused.
"Who will come when my tooth falls out?"
"The tooth fairy," Mom said.
"A fairy? What does the tooth fairy do?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, I can't tell you. You'll see," Mom said.
"I want my tooth to fall out now!"
Sarah stuck her tongue under her tooth.
She wiggled the tooth, but it didn't fall out.
Then she yanked on it with one, two, three fingers.
"Ugh!" she moaned.
I grinned. "I can get your tooth out.
I'll tie it to a door with string.
Then I'll slam the door!"
"No!" Sarah ran away.
"Owen!" Mom sighed. "That's not helpful. Stop teasing her."
For the next few days, Sarah kept wiggling her tooth.
But the tooth didn't come out.
One afternoon she looked sad.
"This tooth is never going to come out!"
"I have an idea," I said.
She looked at me suspiciously. "What is it?"
I handed her an apple. "Take a bite of this."
"Owen, are you teasing me again?" Sarah asked.
"Of course not," I said. "I never tease you!"
Sarah still looked unsure, but she bit into the apple.
"My tooth fell out!"
"Where is it?" I asked.
She held out the apple.
We both laughed. The tooth was stuck in the apple!
"Put it under your pillow for the tooth fairy tonight," I said.
The next morning a loud cry came from Sarah's room. "Mom! Owen! Come see!"
"Did the tooth fairy come?" Mom asked her.
"Yes!" Sarah said. She lifted up her pillow.
"My tooth is gone. And there's money instead!"
"Congratulations on your first visit from the tooth fairy," I said.
Sarah grinned. "Hooray for the tooth fairy, and . . ."
She smiled widely and pointed to her missing tooth. "Hooray for Owen!"
