text: Crawling into the safety of her dad's lap, she doesn't look the barber in his amused eyes. 
  
  “You like Papi’s new look?” Don smiles.
  
  “Hm…um-hm.”
  
  His barber smiles, reminded of the neediness of his own daughter. “She’s getting big!”
  
  “She’s not big, she’s my baby.”