Hair Cut

Puck read four words from his flash cards over a bowl of oatmeal and blueberries that morning. He thought through all his baby thoughts, and remembered what each word said.
And the days were bitterly cold. The weatherman predicted that by Thursday, the high would be a mere fifteen degrees, and the low, a flat zero, with gusts of wind up to 35 miles per hour.
Over at the house, Puck received his third official hair cut. His chubby cheeks were even more pronounced after Carrie-Bri had snipped the many piles of blond fuzz off of his head. He sat quietly in her lap while she trimmed away. He was a dashing fellow.