About 2 weeks later, Caroline lost her 2nd bottom tooth. We were at the baseball field and we had just purchased a ring pop. We were walking to the field, when she cries, "My tooth came out!" Of course, it had to have fallen out on the gravel path where it had rained the night before. Dusty, Caroline, and I searched for about 10 minutes, and couldn't find it. I finally told her we would have to write a note to the fairy tooth princess and tell her she lost it. However, as we were about to walk away, Dusty found it amongst all of the gravel pebbles and rain mud puddles. He was her Hero!
