Have you ever noticed that as a Dad, you can find yourself in the midst of momentary chaos? Often times in those moments, there are great memories to be made.

I had one of those moments the other day. My 6-year-old daughter was in school, and had been working on her first loose tooth. By working on it, I mean she had been trying to loosen it up for weeks. Her older brother has already lost some teeth, and a couple of her friends have also lost teeth. She, too, wanted to cross the threshold of being someone who lost a tooth.

I always try to tell her to enjoy the moment. Don't try to pull your tooth out prematurely. It will come out on its own. Don't rush things, I say. Anyway, she was in school, and her tooth came out! It was an exciting time for her. The school gave her a little yellow plastic treasure box to put the tooth in, and she brought it home in that box. Of course, my daughter was very excited to cash in on a visit from the tooth fairy.

However, it was a bottom tooth, and those teeth go for a little less. You can get more money if you lose one of your front teeth. Your front two teeth can get you up to $5. A smaller tooth, maybe on the front bottom, could get you a dollar.

The time came to get the kids to bed. Then a debate began as to whether the tooth should be kept in the yellow plastic treasure box, or if it should be put in a more fancy silver container that my wife bought for her a few years back. That fancy container was silver, with a little fairy figurine sitting on the lid. We finally decided to put the tooth in the silver, round container.

Suddenly, a slight tugging match broke out between my son and daughter over who should get the job of putting the tooth in that container. My daughter felt she could do it, but my son thought he could be in on it, too.

As a result, the baby tooth was dropped on the carpet. We couldn't find it. The rug fibers are fairly tall, and so the baby tooth momentarily vanished. My daughter began to cry. I ran to get a flashlight. Then, I found myself on my hands and knees trying to find that lost tooth. I kept searching. I had to find that tooth to bring some calm to the household.

Thankfully, the light from my flashlight landed upon that lost tooth, and the situation was resolved. The chaos only lasted for a couple of seconds, but I'm glad I was a part of it. And, sometimes as I mentioned above, the best moments are forged in the midst of chaotic situations.

On my hands and knees with a flashlight. That's how I'll remember my daughter's first lost tooth.