Half the battle

Getting Karl to agree to a haircut is not unlike a military coup. A battle finessed and refined until just the last moment, and then.....blamo!

You spring the trap.

You release the hounds.

You lower the boom.

After getting his hair cut, the next hurdle was to scalp his face...or, at the very least, cut a swath to his cute face through his massive red beard. Thin it out as the case may be. Trim it up. When you see the photos from Gram's party tomorrow, you will then understand what a difference a day and a dollar and a good set of garden shears can make!