Jean hates having her hair touched. When she sees the brush she runs the other direction as fast as she can. She can’t stand hair ties and won’t leave any clips or headbands in. If we aren’t going into public, I simply don’t fight her on it, it’s not worth the tears and tantrums. Usually if we leave the house I attempt to salvage some order to her hair. But around the house, we call her Medusa. Gotta love that crazy girl.