Clara lost her 3rd tooth this week. Standing in the parking lot outside Winton's preschool, she casually reached into her own mouth and pulled it out. "It was flapping" she said, "It was really bothering me."
The following hours were rife with speculation about the tooth fairy: How big is she? Can she enter through a closed window? Can she fly if it's raining? And, what does she do with all of those teeth?
Winton's theory is that the tooth fairy recycles the teeth to make toothbrushes.
Winton then proceeded to accidentally bite his own tongue and wail.
"Oh, honey" I said (for Baltimore is seeping into me and I now say "honey" without irony). "Oh, honey. Did you bite your tongue?"
"No," Winton said "the naughty teeth did."