My daughter plays with fire

My daughter at her last performance. She's a fire dancer. I'm happy to the point of gleeful delight she's a maniac about safety. She's got these unsightly burnt patches of hair on her arms that is completely incongruent with the regal way she carries herself. When she was 17 she had bright pink streaks in her hair. Many times when shopping together it was "so darn cute" as to be disgustingly cute. . . little girls would show up from odd places many times following us around. They would then quickly run away, to only show up again moments later dragging their parent(s). They would point and quite excitedly exclaim "I want hair like that".