We keep C's hair up in a bun at all times because she tends to chew on it. Last night, I took it down and brushed it out as my teen daughter and I commented on how pretty it was. We happened to be in front of a mirror.
C: Oh! I don't look like me!
Me: Who do you look like?
C: I look like...Rapunzel! Yes! I'm Rapunzel!
(Dances around swinging her long blonde hair for a bit.)
C: Okay. I am done being Rapunzel. Please put my hair up. I want to be C now.