Turf War

Everett lost his third tooth tonight.  You'd think Meggan and I would be used to it by now, but there's something about the sight of a kid with a grotesquely wiggly tooth that makes both of us want to give up custody, pack our things, and leave that kid behind.  Luckily, I've so far been able to overcome this feeling and get out the teeth.  Now, the only question is whether Naybe and the Tooth Fairy will get along or devolve into a magical turf war.