She is so my daughter.
I get a phone call while I am on my way over to her house this afternoon. We are scheduled to go shopping. No hi, no hello, no nothing. Just:
Her: "You have to promise not to laugh."
Me: "What? What are you talking about?"
Her: "Just promise you won't laugh."
Me: "Laugh about what?"
Her: "I was brushing my teeth and I got toothpaste on my dress. So I took off my dress to rinse it out and I kinda bent over to step out of it. I wasn't paying attention and I sort of caught my hair on fire on a lit candle".
Me: "Oh my god, are you alright?"
Her: "Well, I didn't actually notice that I'd done it until I saw the bathroom begin to fill with smoke. Then I noticed the flame in the mirror and dunked my head under the water at the sink".
Me: laughs hysterically
I arrived to find the stinkiest apartment in the history of ever. She's got a patch on really singed hair right on the top of her head. I'd say her hair in that spot is about 1/4 inch long. I think a pixie cut is in her near future. I spent the rest of the day calling her "Sparky".
Photo - November, 2004 - back when she had hair.