My child HATES to be fussed with. However, a Thanksgiving Miracle took place last Thursday. She saw her girl cousins with hair bows and SHE WANTED ONE! So that night, we stayed up late putting every hair bow she has (all eight of them) into her hair.
The next day, I guess she was still feeling a little girly because she let me actually come near her with a brush and give her some piggy tails. But since her hair has gotten so long, this seemed a little more appropriate.
Bjork it up, baby.