I like to pretend Liza's dreadlock is a product of:
a mama in love with Bob Marley and a daddy obsessed with The Grateful Dead.
But, I'm pretty sure the reality of the situation is:
her mama forgets little girls with lots of hair need their hair brushed on a daily basis.
No matter the cause, it's time to either cut the dread or put a bead on it.
I won't lie.
Most days, I lean towards the bead.