My story starts off with an early spring trip to the cottage (spring 2010). My daughter, Madeleine was 5 ½ years old. We stopped at a Tim’s half way in our trip for the usual stretch, Timbits and coffee. This time we decided to stay and eat our snack. My parents were also with us. Once we have our stuff we sit down and start to chat: the conversation was centered on Madeleine and the possibility of her loosing her tooth (1st one) while at the cottage and if the Tooth Fairy would come or would she have to wait until she got home, so her local fairy would do the pick up and money drop off. As the conversation went on Madeleine looks at me with a panicked look – I asked her what is wrong. She hands me this piece of doughnut and in it was her TOOTH. My parents start to cheer and Madeleine started to cry! One of the ladies working at the counter had been watching and came over to see what was wrong with the doughnut; I said “Oh we just found a tooth in this one”; well the lady almost passed out! She was trying to apologies and was going to make things better; I was thinking why is this lady freaking out over the tooth in the doughnut, then I realized that I had not mentioned that we knew the source of the tooth – Madeleine!
I was quick to assure the lady that everything was OK and we were happy that the tooth had come out, even though Madeleine was still crying and had to be reassured that this was a good thing and that she would be OK once the bleeding stopped.
My father mentioned “what could be more Canadian – loosing you first tooth at Tim’s”; it is something my daughter will never forget!