Now when she's mad at 'boy' her new threat (having replaced: "I'm not going to invite you to my party.") is: "I'm not going to buy you something with my tooth fairy money."
So I guess now the two main question running around in her pretty little head are:
"When am I going to lose a tooth?" and "Why Peter Pan never comes to my house?"
(Photo from a time when Eliot was more interested in getting teeth rather than losing them.)