So Glad She's Looking Out for Me

The following conversation took place during bedtime tonight:

Dayna reaches for my hair.

Mom: What are you doing?

Dayna: I'm pulling out your gray hair.

Mom: You don't need to do that.

Dayna gives a sharp tug.

Mom: Ow!

Dayna: What's wrong? You don't want me to look out for your hair?