This happened when I was getting Sam up from her nap.
Me: Samantha I need to brush out your hair.
Sam: No Mommy, my hair is beautiful (said in a very sorrowful and solemn way)
Me: Sam you’ve been asleep and you have some tangles. They need to be brushed out, and we need to put your hair back.
Sam: But my HAIR. IS. BEAUTIFUL.
Me: Yes, it is……but it still needs to be brushed
Sam: No Mommy No!!!!!
At this point she just runs away from me in terror of a hairbrush. I don’t think I ever did get it brushed out that day.