Poo

For the poo-averse (i.e. non parents), stop reading here.  Zoe's teeth have been getting loose, and we have all been excitedly waiting for the first of her baby teeth to fall out.  She of course already knows about the tooth fairy and indeed has already mentally spent the cash that she knows will show up.  Unfortunately, the loose tooth fell out while she was eating at some unknown time a day ago.  It was therefore with extreme disgust, but a strong sense of paternal duty that I instructed Zoe to poo into the baby toilet instead of the normal toilet and then got to work.  Twenty minutes later, after a process that I can only describe as like panning for gold, only with a slurry of poo instead of water and a tooth instead of gold, I was left with profound sense of failure, watering eyes, and no tooth.