Tinsillitis... Merry Christmas!

I was gonna name this tale ‘A Classic Christmas with kids’ as that's what it feels like.

The same kind of Christmas we've had ever since Boy10 rocked up all those years ago.

But I went with tinsillitis as it has loads more aptyness (real word).

There were clues on Christmas Eve.

Of what was to come. Now that we are looking back full of looky-back-wiseyness and cheese. Miss6 had told us that she was heading upstairs for a sleep. Bit weird at lunch time. And Team Parent (yay!) had just assumed Miss6 was still worn out from the school term, or was just going up to do some hardcore colouring in. As she does sometimes.

In all the excitement, cheese, and frantic last minute wrapping, ninjaing around trying not to make a sound, cheese, asking Boy10 what the smeg is he still doing up at 11pm when Santa's on his way. Well during all that... Team Parent (yay!) may have forgotten to stop to think through what was going on with Miss6.

And well those clues got missed.

(Diagnosis? Christmas nutter...)

Where's Miss6?

Boy10: <Is picking nose> ‘She went for a lie down’

Cool… <Gives frowny face>

Boy10: <Eats it and grins at me>

<Ignores Boy10’s grossness>

<Thinks about Miss6>

<Thinks more>

<Eats some cheese>

<Thinks even more>

Hang on! <Stands>

That's bad on Christmas Eve!!! Wake her, wake her immediately!!!
She'll never sleep tonight

<Runs>

Christmas Day

Our morning started at 4:30am. As BabyBoy3 randomly woke up and came to see us.

He was guided back to bed, sweetly not spotting the stockings full of presents outside everyone’s rooms, by Mrs. Amazing. And amazingly convinced back to sleep.

For a whole hour. Oooo-wee let the good times roll.

At 5:30am BabyBoy3 was up again and this time with Miss6 in tow. Who did spot all the stockings etc.

Whilst Team Parent do have a ‘We don’t want to see you until 6:30am’ rule. It is relaxed on Christmas Day. And by relaxed I mean utterly ignored and the day just started there and then. Despite the look on my face.

Boy10 was up in moments and we all climbed onto Team Parent’s (yay!) bed to open our stocking presents from Father Christmas. Not before Mrs. Amazing quickly ran off to make essential cups of tea, and chocolate milk for the troops.

My role whilst she was gone was stopping any early present opening occuring.

It was hella tough. Two slipped through.
<Hangs head>

Our Christmas breakfast wasn’t great.

Which is a shame as it’s important to Mrs. Amazing. It’s a special breakfast to her.

A bit of a fight with Boy10 over when the present opening should happen, and how dressed, and how full of breakfast they should be, happened. And ended when someone, no names, stormed off to Boy10’s room and had a bit of a sulk with thinking time, in Boy10’s bed, wearing Boy10’s clothes, smelling like Boy10. The rest of us had a very nice calm breakfast.

Whoever it was’s (??) problem is that they get too excited and don’t know how to channel all that energy. Yet. I am sure Boy10 an unnamed child of mine will get it one day.

Sometimes Team Parent (yay!) handle these situations brilliantly…. Other times we’ve had a little under five hours sleep so it’s a bit of relief when he, or she, (he) storms off.

Despite loving the calmness Mrs. Amazing deeply missed Boy10 though.

Unnamed person came back eventually. Made an excellent Christmas apology (like a normal apology, but very much coloured by the fact there are present very close).

All friends again.

We ate, we cleared, we packed.

Then we headed off to Grannie-Amazing’s for the rest of Christmas Day. Bonza!

At Grannie-Amazing’s Mrs. Amazing’s sister and family joined us. Taking the totals to six adults and five children. Which may sound good in the adults favour, but that’s four boys, BabyBoy3, Nephew4, Nephew6, Boy10 and a Miss6. A smorgasbord of ages to enjoy.

And of course those six adults sober and not full of cheese would be more up to the task. But it’s Christmas, sober and not full of cheese don’t really happen with my family, or Mrs. Amazing’s. More so with her’s.

Miss6 struggled.

And lasted about two hours before she complained of a headache. The boys were too noisy. They probably were if you were in a forty inch thick concrete bunker had a headache. Poor love.

So Miss6 went upstairs and chilled out for a bit. Put on headphones and sang along to the music on her MP3 player. Which is both hilarious and brilliant to watch / hear.

Christmas dinner arrived and Miss6 declined. Headache.

She wasn’t even there for presents under the tree opening. Shocking I know.

She guest-starred for a bit, and unwrapped one or two. But mainly she missed it and sat playing quietly with her Glimmies (oh don’t ask, they glow in the dark, I just go with these things now).  She was sorely missed as without her the family dynamics change drastically.

Nephew6 is her bestie, which normally leaves Nephew4 to play with BabyBoy3, and Boy10 to be kind of like a sweeper going around the children and adults.

Without Miss6, Nephew6 and Nephew4 played together. Boy10 was left alone.

And I was upgraded to BabyBoy3’s best bud for the day, a rather larger, and grumpier, Miss6 replacement.

It was awesome. But tiring.

BabyBoy3: ‘Daddy? Canyou’dis with me?’ <Cute eyes> <Tugging at me>

<Is eating cheese> Hang on… Yes mate… <Crumbs everywhere>

What are we doing?

BabyBoy3: <Points>

Right! General cars playing and stuff. Brilliant!

<Sits on floor>

<Face becomes track almost instantly>

Ow! EYE! EYE-EYE caramba!

Eventually it is bedtime.

For BabyBoy3 first. He is a bit teary to be going to bed. As clearly he hella loves Christmas. Because all day everyone has given him brilliant presents. I don’t blame him, I still love it, Christmas rocks! and this is only his third.

But BabyBoy3 still has to sleep, as we’ve Christmas V2 to do tomorrow at my Mum’s house.

And by now all the adults would like to switch to adult mode and really make some headway into the cheese, booze, swearing and watching tele.

The bedtime plan.

Was to have BabyBoy3 in with us on the floor on a mattress. Miss6 in with my two nephews. Yet plans are made of sugar-glass and easily break. No matter how shiny and sparkly and delicious they may be. The plan is changed as Miss6 is still poorly. She’s in with us.

BabyBoy3 is upgraded to sleeping on the mattress on the bedroom floor with me two nephews. Who will sneak in later, once he’s asleep, uber quietly, to sleep on the bunk beds.

Clear? Good. <Ignores your protests>

I then spend twenty of the most uncomfortable minutes.

Ever in my life getting BabyBoy3 to sleep. I am a bit drunk. Full of cheese. In a dark room, on the floor. And forced to sit at an awkward angle so BabyBoy3 can touch my arm, but still be on the mattress.

I stagger out.

Then the plan goes into action.

One by one the children are bedded, and slowly the adults switch to stretchy trousers.

And glasses are charged, a lot. Leaving just Boy10 up as he’s allowed to stay up a bit.

Does he use this time well? No. No he does not.

At one point he has twisted his loose tooth so much he cannot now twist it back. So it is sticking out at a funny angle on his face and can be seen as a lump on his cheek.

I offer to help deal with his teeth problem in a old fashioned way. Boy10 strangely declines.

He’s learning quick.

(Teeth adjustments… Ew...)

Boy10 is bundled into bed.

Not before his tooth comes out. Which he proudly shows us all, and reminds Team Parent (yay!) and the Tooth Fairy obv. That he will be expecting to find some cash under his pillow in the morning.

But finally. All the children are asleep. The adult all clear siren is sounded, quietly.

PHEW!

Until Miss6 arrives downstairs.

She has been sick and wet herself (Which I only add as that is what happened. And because people do have accidents. And it’s daft to pretend they don't. That just makes it all the more embarrassing when people do. OK? <Shakes fist>).

Team Parent (yay!) leap into gear. I find cleaning products and go clean the carpet. Which I am acutely aware is in the room I plan to sleep in later. So am in a bind over how much chemical smell I want Vs. puke smell. Lovely.

Mrs. Amazing looks after Miss6, warms her backup, and settles her.

Twenty mins later. A bit slurry and blurry. My job is done. I think I’ve done well.

Mrs. Amazing confirms I’ve done well. Which may sound funny, but Mrs. Amazing has been sobered by Miss6 being sick.

And I have not.

Miss6 is given Calpol.

Oh sweet children elixir. Miss6 is eventually put back in bed. Our bed. Not the floor.

And Mrs. Amazing heads to bed with her, to watch over her. But not before helping out the Tooth Fairy with the tooth-coin issue.

I finish watching the excellent Kingsman: The Secret Service film that is on.

And then head straight up to bed after eating more cheese, a quick bedtime drinky, more cheese, chocs, cheese, water.

Into bed I hop.

Mrs. Amazing: ‘OY STOP HOPPING!’

It's not comfy as Miss6 is in there too. But it is what is. Balanced on the edge of the bed, next to two people that sleep at the heat of a billion suns. One who’s got a temperature.

I somehow manage to sleep.

Until BabyBoy3 comes in at some ghastly hour. Four in the bed doesn’t work soooo badly. That Miss6 gives up her space and heads to mattress on the floor. Leaving BabyBoy3 between Team Parent (yay!).

Now as I had spent most of the day with BabyBoy3 he gravitates my way. Which is nice.

But also I have the most annoying nights sleep ever, as he kicks, scrapes, pokes, twitches, kicks in the giblets, OW OW OW OWWWW! All through the night.

Mrs. Amazing does her best to help.

But really it’s a night I would rather forget forever.

Boxing Day

We breakfast. And then a rapid meeting of Team Parent (yay!) is called.

Normal boxing day procedure is that I head home, feed the cat, shower, unload presents on my own. Get a few minutes to myself. Yay. Then come back from them all, and it's off to my Mum's.

But Mrs. Amazing delivers the illness bomb. Miss6 needs to rest. It is unlikely that Miss6 will make it to my Mum’s for boxing day. Nor will Mrs. Amazing.

I am unhappy with this. We chat for a while until it becomes clear what is most important, and what we need to focus on. Presents. Being all together at Christmas.

We change the plan, and if after Miss6 has a rest and she is up for it. Miss6 and Mrs. Amazing will join us at my Mum’s. As my family's Christmas runs very late. We are talking presents starting at 4pm late. Which I am used to. But it is still mind bending for Mrs. Amazing.
Mrs. Amazing: 'WHY???'

But we won’t stay at my Mum’s overnight, as Miss6 is too sick for that.

Which means no matter how we do it, I have to be sober.

<Weeps>

Me, Boy10 and BabyBoy3 sobery head off.

To my Mum’s for Christmas V2. We have a lovely day. Most of my brothers are there, and despite having to stay sober, we laugh a lot. Especially during the traditional ‘Play really loud music whilst the sons do all the washing up’ fun the brothers do. Mum interrupts at one point, and is moshed around for a bit.

Tears of laughter all round.

(Just leave the plate...

<Sneaks carrots onto my Dad’s plate>)

Then I get a message from Mrs. Amazing.

Now in the light of day she has noticed huge white spots at the back of Miss6’s throat.

It’s probably tonsillitis, but as it’s Christmas, it’s tinsillitis.

Miss6 apparently finds this very funny.

Mrs. Amazing and Miss6.

Never do make it over to my Mum’s. Instead they wait for a doctor to phone on Boxing Day.

Miss6 needs antibiotics quickly. They are heading out to a local hospital, just as me, Boy10 and BabyBoy3 arrive home.

At 8pm.

They come back thirty minutes later.

With Penicillin which tastes foul. Miss6 takes her dose and is bundled to bed.

(Thank you NHS as always you are utterly fantastic. I love you).

Mrs. Amazing is knackered out having spent all day with Miss6 and is in serious need of some adult company. The swearier the better. Fing’Ay!

But Team Parent (yay!) don’t last long and are soon heading to bed for sleep.

Christmas done for another year. Wonderful though it was. Both of them.

We are utterly, utterly pooped out and crawl into out bed together.

And just want to sleep.

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Except.

Except that Boy10 somehow managed to have another tooth come out today (??).

There is a quick vote and somehow I win by a landslide and have to help the Tooth Fairy out. Luckily I had grabbed a coin off my Dad earlier. So our normal no change panic was avoided.
However as I reluctantly get back out of my warm, lovely bed, into the cold, cold air. Just in pants.
I give Mrs. Amazing a frowny, grumpy look. She just snuggles deeper under the covers.
As I leave I want to say something witty and clever, as I'm a bit narked off about having to do the Tooth Fairy job. But in my sleep and Christmas addled state I only manage to say ‘Grumble grumble’. Which Mrs. Amazing doesn’t quite hear, so I have to repeat it.

Witty and clever, on the second telling, it flipping is not.

I helped the Tooth Fairy out recently.

She’s busy some nights. See ‘My Tooth Fairy Impression‘, because in that you can see that from me there is a kindness and desire to maintain the magic for Boy10 that can almost bring a tear to my own eye. <Sniffs>

But not this night. I wasn’t like that Boxing Day eve...

<Stumbles in>

<Reaches in forcefully for tooth knocking Boy10 asunder>

<Throws coin in in (!) exchange>

<Stumbles back to bed... and sleeps a lot>

Actually that way was quicker... hmmm…

<Makes note>

Merry Christmas all!

X

P.S. Miss6 is recovering very nicely and is full of beans again, and still thinks the medicine is foul. But finds extremely sugary tea helps.
X

My Tooth Fairy Impression...

Did you know the tooth fairy needs help sometimes?

Well she does. Shame on you. You should have known that. <Tuts>

And when the tooth fairy needs help Team Parent (yay!) step in. It's the least we can we do.

We take on all the risk and funding (we what?) and make sure the job gets done.

Like the hard working, grown up, professionals we are...

Night, night, my lover!

Mrs. Amazing: 'Night muppet'

Pardon?

Mrs. Amazing: 'Night darling'

Oh... Night!...

<Both just drifting off>

[Silence in the house]

<Both sit bolt upright> TOOTH FAIRY!

Teeth falling out of your kids mouth is really weird.

I know kids are cute and all that. So it's kind of OK. But really it's pretty freaky.

Did you know you get born with your adult teeth in your skull-mouth?

Then as you get older. Six-ish for Boy10. The adult teeth suddenly decide it is their time, their moment in the saliva, and they push the baby teeth out. To their deaths obvs, and then take over. Which is why the baby teeth fall out. The adult ones kill them.

Weird huh!

(This is what children have in their heads. True story

(Kill it!... Kill it fire!)

Boy10 is running out of baby teeth.

Dentist said so. Which is cool. They are falling out due to natural causes. Not because of his daily sugar lick. Natural causes. Violent adult teeth. Plus Boy10 is getting older.

The huge holes in his toothy smile are starting to be filled in. With big teeth. Which is a bonus for photos 'spose.

And Boy10’s time and delight in making Mrs. Amazing squirm as he twists and pulls on his loose teeth is running out. Ha ha. #SoProud.

My boy's getting all grown up and stuff.

<Doesn't cry> <Heads off to chop stuff and hit it with hammers>

Twenty baby teeth.

Apparently everyone gets twenty visits from the tooth fairy for their baby teeth. If you're lucky and get punched in the face, maybe twenty one.

But that twenty is assuming the tooth isn't lost, stolen, sold for Pokeman cards, isn’t still stuck in the toffee that ripped it out, or wasn't sadly swallowed.

So if you are wondering how much money the tooth fairy is likely to be leaving your darling child. Remember it's that times twenty.

And don't (do not) underestimate the frowns from me, I'll come find you you may get in the playground when your child proudly declares that the tooth fairy left them a pony £5 note...

Boy6: 'Daddy why did I only get £1?'

<Mouths to 'Generous' parent> I will kill you We all hate you right now!

<Turns to Boy6> ... well... because whilst some people value money above all other things...

<Gives frowny, head shaking double eyebrow, not us, look>

Some other people, know that it's the free things that are worth the most.

Boy6: '...'

Boy6: 'Not me. I prefer the cash'

<Checks pockets> I've thirteen pence, old gum, and a voucher for thruppence off a burger

Boy6: 'Thank you' <Takes it all>

<Is gutted about the burger voucher>

Anyhoo...

It was after midnight.

I was tired out. Proper, so tired out that you have to go to bed even later, because you're so tired, and just getting up and going to bed is tiring. I had also been to ninja training class and moving was proving quite impossible.

I had laid for ages in the bath. Planning and plotting exiting the bath and making it the two, maybe, three meters, from the bath to Team Parent (yay!)'s bed.

Eventually I am forced out by uber cold bath water.

Now tired and very cold.

I collapse into bed and in a moment of surprising memory and clarity, for me.

I remember Boy10 saying his tooth had fallen out six hours before. In the very brief window I had this evening to talk to him and he had shown me his missing tooth.

BOOM! Six hours later, past midnight I totally remembered it.

But knowing Mrs. Amazing would never forget something as important as a tooth fairy.

I asked her if helping the tooth fairy had gone well...

[From beneath pillows]

Mrs. Amazing: 'OH MOD! Mi mavn't mone mit!'

Ooooo... you best do it now then... <Lies down ready to sleep like a tired out log>

Mrs. Amazing: 'Moo mo mit!'

I always wake him up when I do it! Don't make me do it!

Mrs. Amazing: 'SNORE SNORE SNORE'

...

You know... saying snore out loud actually proves

Mrs. Amazing: 'SNORE SNORE SNORE'

... whatever… FINE! I'll do it...

Mrs. Amazing: 'Snorrrrre snoorrrreeee good luck snooore'

<Gives Mrs. Amazing frowny look as I pull on Star Wars joggers>

In the second I leave my own bedroom.

My mind starts working through what needs to be done. The highs and lows. And where my concerns are.

I have immediate problems…

1) I have no money on me at all.

Nadda. I rarely have cash on me now. Which is fine by me except for two occasions. Now obvs. And when I am taking Miss6 swimming and I don't have change for the lockers. But that's also normally fine as most places will let you buy a quid in change with your swimming.

Even my arch nemesis, the scottish cow-bag woman from my local leisure center. Even she, satan's first wife, now has to agree to handing over a quid to me. ...I digress.

I have no pound for Boy10.

(Would a pound of potatoes do?

Mrs. Amazing: ‘Nope. And put those back’

Sure… <Runs>)

2) All the floors in our house squeak.

Especially late at night when I am sneaking. Then it's as if the original architect placed fog horns every few inches of floor boards. But repeating ones. I swear some creaks 'go off' even when I’m nowhere near.

It takes all my ninja skills just to get down the hall without sounding like an elephant's clog dancing class.

3) We don't know the tooth is.

O’PLUCK. This is quite a big problem. As the last tooth. Which the tooth fairy collected herself, we didn't have to help or pay that time.

Well that tooth Boy10 had placed on top of his alarm clock, and it was only blind luck that the tooth fairy found it. That and her innate sense of teeth detection obvs.

So where on earth in his room had Boy10 put this tooth? With a bit of luck, a strong head wind, and fresh horse, I was going to find the tooth under his pillow.

Where which is where Team Parent (yay!) have always said pushed fallen teeth should be placed.

4) It’ll be right in the middle.

If Boy10 has put his tooth under pillow. Then he would have put it exactly in the middle of the pillow. RIGHT under his head. Just to really test the tooth fairy or her helpers. Whoever they may be, this cold, exhausting, late night.

<Grumbles>

5) The tooth fairy always leaves glitter.

Well she’s a fairy. Of course she leaves glitter behind her. If Team Parent (yay!) are helping out then we try our best to mimic what she would do. And luckily Mrs. Amazing always knows where some glitter is. Or she just has on her, magically.

Sadly Mrs. Amazing is now utterly fast asleep. And whilst my knowledge of where glitter is kept is low.

There’s always hope.

So with five clear problems to solve.

I leap into action and stood in the hall for a bit. Being undecided. Getting cold.

Then I went and double checked my trousers for a quid. Still nope. 7 pence only.

Which would work fine on Miss6 and BabyBoy3, as they are shinny. And that's all those two want. Boy10 not so much. He is no longer fooled by shiny things.

He wants wonga.

Then a brain wave hit me.

Ow. The swimming bag! Downstairs is the bag me and Miss6 always take swimming with us. That has her goggles in, some shampoo, a bastard useless comb that is only strong enough to move my arm hairs about.

AND TADADADADTAAAAA a pound we keep in the bag for the lockers.

Which I've realised I took and haven't replaced yet. Crap!

<Runs off to replace the pound mi…..d typing>

One problem down.

Four to go. The squeaky floors I am just going to have to do my best about.

Move slowly. Like a ninja.

CREEEEEEAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

... be stealthy...

CREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

... move like the badger Cat...

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

... or just hope they don't wake.

The glitter I search for.

And amazingly find! Amazing! But as I tip a little into my hand. I spill it. And then have to clear it up. Which isn't easy. And really I just want to leave it.

But then Boy10 may notice the glitter mess. Put two and two together. AND BOOM! Childhood ruined.

Grumbling I sweep up a little bit of glitter.

(Mrs. Amazing: ‘Where’s Miss6?’

No idea, haven’t seen her for a while?

Last I saw of her, she took some pens, some pipe cleaners and glitter up her room…

But that two hours ago...

Mrs. Amazing: ‘WHAT??? OH NO!!!’

<Both run, are way too late>

As for the tooth's location.

I sneak into Boy10's room with my phone, and use it's lovely glow to check a few places.

CREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-KKKK-KKKKKK-KKKKKKKKKK

Nothing. Darn it.

I'll have to assume he has put it under his pillow.

And the final problem.

Boy10's head is exactly in the middle of the pillow. Exactly on top of where he may have put the tooth. Of course he's got two pillows tonight. So I've got double checking to do.

OMFB! I wish Mrs. Amazing was doing this and I was still in bed fast asleep.

If Boy10 wakes Mrs. Amazing is an expert at distracting Boy10 and then still managing to deliver the payload.

Me. I'm gonna panic. Shove the coin up his nose, fall off the bed, and get a pillow stuck on my head.

I am not confident.

After much assessing.

Planning and thinking about how best to do this. With only one hand. As the other has glitter in it. I try to very stealthily sneak my hand under Boy10's pillow without waking him.

And obv. as I am sure you have already guessed. It is not possible.

You cannot check for something under someone's head, without moving their head. Maybe with some more time and a little inflatable balloon. You could.

But I'm cold and completely out of little inflatable balloons. I try again on the other side.

It goes worse somehow. As Boy10 sleep moans and moves a little. Not away from the centre of the pillow. Obvs. Just a wriggle about.

Then like a rabbit in the headlights.

The worst happens. I am stood with my hand half under his pillow. Coin in the searching hand. Glitter in the other. Praying that Boy10 doesn't open his eyes.

But yeah, come on, you know. You know what happens next.

Say it with me... Boy10 opened his eyes!

CRAP-O-SMEG!

What did I do?

Well I did what any parent in that situation should do. Well maybe not any. I did what a parent like me would do in that situation.

I gave Boy10 a few moments of utterly, confusing, head-moving about sensations that may terrify and disorientate him for the rest of the night.

I panicked took a calculated risk.

I grab one side of Boy10’s pillow and yank it up.

So Boy10's head is forced to roll away. Then hand with coin in it, reach in, and YES there's something there! But I am in the dark.

So I swop the coin for whatever is under the pillow. Drop the pillow down. A bit too quickly.

Boy10's head lurches back into the middle.

But I am not done.

I then grab the other side of the pillow and pull it up. Sending Boy10's head rolling the other way. Poor lad. Ha ha.

Now with hand with glitter in it free. I throw the glitter in. Let's hope it went somewhere near the coin. I'll never know. I drop the pillow and Boy10's head rolls back into the centre.

Boy10 is now probably confused and wondering what the hell is going on.

And what's the smeg is Dad doing in here?

Shoving what I found under his pillow into my jammies.

I give Boy10 a big hug and say it's OK. Just go back to sleep.

Boy10 is pretty confused and fluttered. No idea why. But really he is mostly asleep.

And in moments, with a bit of a hug, and head tap, closes his eyes once more.

I wish him good night.

And leave the room.

CREEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEAAAAAKKKKKK

The moment I am sure I am safe. I check what it is I got from under his pillow. Thank Bacon and cake and chocolate. It's the tooth.

<Does victory dance>

(My quest is complete... <drops sword>

… I have returned victorious... <drops shield>

now... I can rest…

<Plays on phone for a bit first>)

I get back into my bed.

Pretty pumped. Really frikkin' proud of myself. Rushing really. YEAH!

Tooth fairy work done. I don't think Boy10 will ever know it was me.

YEAH!

Bursting to tell someone.

I nicely jostle see if Mrs. Amazing is awake to tell her the amazing news.

She isn't as excited as I am about it...

I did it! I got the tooth! TADA!

Mrs. Amazing: '... good... Zzzzz...'

YEAH! <Self high-fives> YEAH!

<Struggles to sleep for ages>

X