Four separate women said “oh, brave girl” to her in a grocery store in the first month, because a shaved three-year-old means one thing to most people, and Daisy did not understand why they were sad at her.

I bought her eleven hats.

She chose all of them.

There was a green one with ears on it that she wore, indoors and out, every day for about seven weeks including twice in the bath.

What did not grow back on any schedule was everything else.

The clippers were the obvious one.