Poor J is so used to having his hair in a buzz cut because he won't sit still for a haircut, that he hasn't needed his hair combed for probably all of his life that he can remember. The last haircut he got was a little longer on the top, and it's been growing. This morning he had a bath before church and after drying him off and getting him dressed, his hair was a little scary. I got a brush and headed out after him. He took one look at me, and ran, screaming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Don't brush mine hair, Mom!!" I tried to explain that it was only going to take a second and wouldn't hurt. His response? "But I NOT a GIRL! I don't want to be a girl!" Guess what...I still brushed his hair, and he is still a boy.