[Her courage is growing by the second, so she just keeps on hopping closer, like a curious baby bird.]

It's awesome. I wish I could have longer hair but if it keeps growing it gets all curly and snarled and gross, like a big ball of string. [She holds up her hands to indicate a large ball of tangled string.] So Momma keeps chopping it all off. I wish it was a zillion feet long and purple.