Christian came to me today and said, "Mommy, look at my tooth!"
I looked and his loose tooth was gone. I was so excited, and somehow he was rather indifferent. He casually told me he wiggled it out with his tongue ... and that was it. I... asked where the tooth was, because I wanted to see it ... and he said he didn't know (and he didn't seem to care, either).
I eventually found the tooth and rather than getting excited about the thought of getting money from the tooth fairy, he was excited that she'd be giving him a hand-written letter, as she did when the dentist extracted his two extra teeth.
I love that a letter is more valuable to him than money!!