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I am five and a-half and I have blonde streaks in my hair that my mom says most people would die for. Dying hair is when you go to a hair salon and your normal hair dies then changes to a different color. And you have to pay many dollars to the hair-salon lady. Every day a lot of people kill their hair in salons.



I also have knotty hair.



Knotty hair is when nests form in it, in the back of your head. Mom says birds will make a home in them if I don’t let her Brush the Knots Out. And if I don’t let her do it A-S-A-P (this means now), I will have to get all my hair cut off so the birds can’t nest in it. But guess what? Then my hair will look like a boy’s and be nothing like beautiful Liz’s.



Beautiful Liz is my best friend. She has the messiest, beautifullest hair. My hair is finally long and messy like hers! And here’s a secret: Messy hair is easy ‘cause it needs no brush.



But when I growed my hair this long, I wasn’t thinking about the trouble grown-ups do.