Mrs Tooth Fairy, Mad Men & late night phone ca

We sent him to bed at 8pm. I checked Facebook, tidied up the kitchen (yes, really) poured a g&t, rolled my hair up and prepared for the total awesomeness that is the Double-Bill première of Mad Men.

27 minutes in, Wee Man's tooth wobbled. Then it wiggled, then it wobbled again. It popped off in no time at all...
"Oh my god, that's so weird! Can I call Auntie Nicki and Grandma and Auntie Jaime-Leigh?"

Three hilarious phone calls later we got him back into bed, carefully opening the window (Magic Tooth Fairy or not, she can't walk through walls...)

He made a pound the next morning...not like my day....