Peter's hair cut

So, it became obvious that Peter needed a hair cut. So we took a chair, clippers, and snacks out onto the driveway and started. After the first few swipes with the clippers, the thought, 'what did I do?' Too late now.

 Then, when I was almost done, Peter could see his hair falling onto the ground, his snacks were done, and he started to scream. I looked at him and laughed. We took him inside as-is, spiked up his hair, and hid the clippers from Larry.

 Every morning I would see this little face and smile. Two weeks later I took the rest off. It was fun while it lasted!