"BUT I DON'T WANT MY HAIR BRUSHED!"
"MOMMY, SAAAAVVVEEE MEEEE"
"I'm so sad. Why did you pick him up Mommy?"
I would also like to add, that should G get a hold of a hairbrush now, both Z and dog run as fast as possible. Dog into hiding, and Z to me screaming to be picked up. World beware if G gets a hairbrush!