It Doesn't WorkThat Way

Hannah, on her way to bed, notices she still has rubber bands in her hair.
"I take them out Momma." she says,and proceeds to do so before I have a chance to.
"Stop Hannah," I say, "you're ripping hair out too!"
"Oh," she says as she looks at the mass in her hands, then starts to place it strand by strand on top of her head, "It otay, I put it back"