LAMB: You caught us all off guard yesterday when you discovered you had a wobbly tooth. An hour or two later it fell out. I wasn't expecting it to fall out so quickly. It was early evening and Daddy wasn't home so I couldn't just surreptitiously duck out and get a little surprise to pop under your pillow. When I asked you what you thought the tooth fairy was going to leave you I was secretly hoping that you would say something like "a chocolate" or "a tea bag" (because we have a plentiful supply of both). But you answered "a unicorn". The look of utter despair on my face quickly turned to relief. I remembered that there was indeed a toy unicorn hidden on top of the cupboard. A week or two prior you had asked for a unicorn as a gift for Christmas. Unfortunately you meant a real unicorn. I told you that it might be difficult for Santa to find a real unicorn but you were unconvinced. He is Santa after all. If anyone could do it, surely Santa could. So I talked you through the logistics of owning a unicorn. Where would we keep it? What would we feed it? What if he gets lonely all by himself? You considered these things for a moment and then conceded: "Well... maybe a toy unicorn? A fluffy one". As fate would have it the very next day I passed by a shop and spotted just such a stuffed toy. She was cute and cuddly and most importantly she had a bright pink mane and tail. It was perfect. It was still a few months until Christmas but I was willing to try this "being organized" thing people keep going on about. And wouldn't you know it, it paid off.