Rapunzel, Rapunzel

My daughter loves books, but is too controlling to allow me to read all the time. (I have no idea where she gets that from) She wants to read to me. Unfortunately, she is not a child prodigy. So, she makes up a story to go along with the pictures. This morning she read me a book about Rapunzel. Her version is very different than the fairy tale I remember. It is definitely different from the board book we own:

Her translation:

“Rapunzel grew out her hair because she hates her mother. Her mom is always complaining.”

Come to think of it, my daughter refuses to get a haircut. She screams like a cast member on a Bravo TV reunion show. Is she reading me her autobiography?