My dog lost a tooth!

It was evening. Ansu was playing biting with dad as usual. Then dad brought Ansu to mom's room, where she sleeps. And when she settled down to sleep, mom noticed that the dog was smacking her lips. Dad wanted to check what was going on and got nipped. But that doesn't mean anything, because as soon as his hand appears on the horizon, Ansu wants to play. And suddenly I hear:

Ansu lost a tooth!

I run to the room and look, mom is holding a tiny canine in her hand.

She said that it's fantastic, whenever someone plays with dad, something has to happen. Either an ear cut by a coffee mug (when I was little and playing with dad, I fell on a coffee mug and cut my ear), or a nose almost broken (Ida was riding dad like a horse and fell on her nose), and now a tooth knocked out!

Because everyone, except me and dad, thought that Ansu lost the tooth while playing. In reality, it was just time for our little doggy to change her teeth.

Ida and I immediately took the tooth and wrote a letter to the Tooth Fairy.

The next morning, the little box was untouched. And there was a huge storm. Ida and I, of course, went outside. We were running,

jumping on the trampoline,

riding the zipline,

we were scared,

and I was going down the slide.

And when the storm ended, we sat down to edit.

But when Ansu entered the room, the door was ajar and mom saw that something had snatched Ansu. Then we came and saw that the supposedly kidnapped doggy was calmly eating a rumen.

I looked under the pillow and there were two croissants for us. They had blueberry filling. But the tooth wasn't taken.

Mom said it wasn't over yet. And she was right. The next evening, another of Ansu's teeth fell out. But the Fairy is probably busy. We are still waiting as I write this blog.

I'm leaving a link to a video about it on YouTube.