Maybe it’s the dry Santa Ana winds or the relaxed feel of post-holiday malaise but my daughter’s hair is becoming more salon and less troll doll. Remember that it started with what could optimistically be called a pixie cut, and three years on had yet to brush her shoulders. But now her hair is a gently flowing intertwined masterpiece, with subtle blond highlights and spontaneous ringlets. I think this is what Shirley Temple was trying to recreate. By Year Five will Child Harbat finally have the Rapunzel hair she has dreamed of? If the past odes are any measure, I can only say that the future is unpredictable.