Lost tooth

Rose came out of her room at about 11pm last night calling "Mommy!?!" It was a strange cry to me: just a little scared, just a little concerned, and a lot of excitement. I turned around to see my daughter, blood running down her chin, looking like a vampire who had an evening snack. EWWW. It took a few seconds for it to register what was going on.
"Sweaty, did you hit your mouth on something?" I ask.
"Foof" was all she said.

I sprung out of my chair took her strait to the bathroom, there was enough blood on the carpet already, and started cleaning her up. I told her she needed to just pull it. After much coaxing she finally agreed to try. After a few more wiggles it popped out!

I asked if I could put it somewhere safe: she said she wanted to put it under her pillow(Rose knows mom and dad are the ones who leave money for her). I asked can I just give you the dollar and you give me the tooth now. That didn't work... So when I tucked her in I had to go digging for the tooth. Finally after a min of digging I found it. She's so proud to have pulled this tooth by herself!