...crash, bang....I run up the stairs to see what's causing this early morning racket - to be confronted by my youngest son and a lot of blood - his tooth has come out in bed and he's tried to climb down from his bunk bed whilst plugging the hole where the tooth was with one hand and gripping the precious molar with the other lest it should go down the crack in the floorboards before he recieves the cash bonus! Needless to say this no-hands approach didn't go too well but thankfully he didn't knock any more teeth out AND he managed to keep hold of said tooth.

He's clearly old enough to know exactly how the squid gets under his pillow by morning in place of the tooth and has resorted to wrapping the envelope containing the tooth in tape and rubber bands to try to catch me out. I'm good though. Only two more to go.

As long as there's a cash value he'll keep right on believing (or I'll keep on pretending he does).