Hair from a bottle

Last night, I was coloring my hair ( gray is such a nuisance for a 36 yr. old). Jonah came looking for me right in the middle of the hair coloring process. He opened the door and looked at me with a puzzled look, " Mom, what are you doing?" I replied, " I'm just dyeing my hair." Silly me, I forgot I was talking to a 5 yr. old. I looked down and I saw a face filled with terror. Almost crying, he said, "Mom, but why? I love your hair. Why does it have to die? Will it be there tomorrow?"