It started at Christmas. My seven year old took one look under the tree Chrstmas morning and said, "I heard you guys in here wrapping presents last night." Oops.
Tonight, she lost her last baby tooth (I think). She pulled it right after her bath, and since I'm playing Mr. Mom this week (Mom's on a mission in Nicaragua) I couldn't just bundle her up and go the store to get some silver coinage. I've been making an effort to spend my change lately and I only have pennies and folding money. So I grabbed a dollar and snuck into our bedroom where she's been sleeping (I sleep on the couch when my wife is away - that way I can leave the tv on. I must have noise to fall asleep to and usually my wife's snoring does that nicely, thank you) and managed to kick the leg of the bed with my bare feet. It didn't wake her all the way up, but she shuffled in her sleep and put a death hold on the pillow. So I wrote a note 'Where's my tooth? TF' and put it under the pillow in her bedroom along with the dollar.
Not having grown up with this kind of stuff, I'm wishing I had an instruction book for 'worldly' traditions so I could make her childhood more meaningful. Sigh.