The First One

The little lass has viewed her older brother with increasing envy over the last two years.

"That's another one," he would say to her. "That makes three now."

"Aw, it's not fair," she would cry. "When is it ever going to happen to me?"

We would explain to her that it most certainly would happen to her, but she had to remember that she was two years younger than her brother, and eventually it would happen. She would just have to be patient and wait awhile.

"But Susan in my class is two months younger than me and she's had her second one." she moaned.

Yet again we had to explain that everybody was different and it would really, really happen to her.

Well the other day it did happen to her. She came rushing in from playing in the garden.

"It's happened," she said jumping up and down with excitement. "My very first one."

Lets hope the tooth fairy comes to visit her.