The Little General and El Ratoncito Pérez

Lizet has a special gift of being a little bossy.  So, we've affectionately named her "the little general".  She seems to like this title, so she often reminds us of it, jokingly. For instance, when in a restaurant she will wink or grin and say, "The little general would like chicken tenders, please."  She even played doctor with Dave the other day.  She checked his eyes and said he needs more sleep, checked his ears and told him to keep using cotton sticks (Q-tips), and patted his belly explaining he may need to cut back on candy.  She signed his form LG and had me sign the bottom (since I brought him to the "clinic").  We asked if the G was for her married name.  She said, "No, I'm the Little General, remember?"  

Lizet lost her last baby tooth!  She was thrilled since it had been bothering her for several days.  Finally, Dave was able to grasp it with a small towel and pull once.  We had her swish and rinse her mouth with warm saltwater.  Then, she placed her tooth in a Kleenex and put it under her pillow.  Along with the tooth was a sealed envelope.  Dave brought it to the room and opened it.  On the front of the card it read:  Dear Mouse.  Inside the card… 

WHERE: bed  

WHEN: 12:01 a.m.  

She decorated it with hearts and signed it: I LOVE YOU MOUSE!  

After researching this new object of her affection, we found that in Spanish-speaking countries, instead of a Tooth Fairy, it's a little mouse who runs up the bed and takes the tooth, usually leaving a coin.  This is Ratoncito Pérez.  Dave left a $5 bill.  That's some mouse if you ask me!