She said "no!" and ran away.
I sighed in exasperation and called her a 'little monster.'
Carly stopped, very concerned, and corrected me "No, I Carly, not a wittle monster."
I said "well, Carly would let me put a clip in her hair, and a little monster would run away. Are you Carly, or a little monster?"
"I Carly," she insisted.
"Okay then, come over here so I can put this clip in your hair."
She thought for a moment and then smiled widely, declaring "I a wittle monster" while proudly pointing at herself.