This evening Top Ender was sitting on the sofa before she started running towards me with a look that was a mixture of glee, shock and anticipation in equal measure.
"Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!" she babbled "My tooth has come out!"
In her fingers she held the tooth, a tiny little thing and in her mouth a gap from where the tooth had once nestled.
In two weeks and two days Top Ender will be six years old and yet I will always remember the day that Top Ender was Five years old and three hundred and forty-nine days as it was the day that she lost her first tooth.
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