Out the door she went, sporting a new haircut, skipping and wagging her head, obviously proud of her new do! I felt as if I had been on a battleground. The hairdresser had tried to to her best, but those gouges were hard to cover with a good cut! But now it was done! Would it stay done?! She had taken a scissors to her own hair--this was the third time! Why did this little girl insist on taking my scissors and clipping snippets of hair from her head? As she walked in front of me to the car, I could still see the little short patches on the back of her head. Was this five year old destined to become a hairdresser herself or was it indicative of a passion for patchwork? "Who knows," I said softly to myself, "I just hope this haircut lasts a week!"