Greta started crying before she was out of the stroller. She’d been there with her sister, she’d seen what they do, she’d overheard her parents whispering the dreaded words, “First hair cut.”  Surrounded by her family, Greta braved the scissors despite the tears and walked away a more knowing 18-month old.  By the time she dug into an ice cream and hit the play area, the worst had been forgotten.  And those curls had been safely packed away.