We’ve been here only a day and I’m not sure I ever want to leave. Sitting poolside with my wife while watching Trey play with Emelia is about as good as it gets. Those two have found a friendship I didn’t expect but appreciate.
“I lost my tooth!” Trey runs over to us, holding his tooth, a big bloody smile on display.
“Whoa,” I say, sitting him next to me on the lounger.
He hands Lucy his tooth, and she beams with excitement.
When Trey came to us, it was clear he didn’t believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, so I’m sure the Tooth Fairy is on the list. But I see the hopefulness in Lucy’s eyes. The one that says this is our chance to prove it to him. But he’s already lost teeth before he came to us and I’m pretty sure the Tooth Fairy didn’t come then unless he happened to be staying
