Just, for those of you who care, a brief glimpse into conversation with Margaret:
I not want my hair brushed! Ouchy! Stop, Mommy, stop. You not do it more. I YIKE tangles.
No, not that bow. I want a red bow. No, another red bow. No, the big red bow.
I not want it in front. I want pony tail. Two pony tails.
No, no, no, no, I need a bow. I need it in the back. The big red one.
Now take picture to show Nana on computer, Mommy.