Got Fleas?

So just a few weeks ago, we had the dreaded “a case of lice in your child’s classroom” letter come home.

ewwwwww! {shudder} I can handle a ton of gross & disgusting things – but bugs on the body – just the thought makes me hyperventilate.

Ticks. Spiders. Leeches. lice. ACK! “Monsters Inside Me” is like my very worst nightmare.

So I had to check the girls heads for a couple of days, then again more recently because there is a rebound effect. 10 days or so. So I checked again and thankfully so far it’s all clear. Which is good because Curly has a very thick head of hair plus a tender scalp. It makes for difficult hair care already. Checking for lice just kicks it up a notch.

So we were having a family conversation about hair recently. My mother-in-law tells stories of how she used to have long hair until her 2nd son, my husband Roy, came along. He was constantly touching it, playing with it, running his fingers through it. She had to get it cut short cuz it drove her crazy.

Fast forward a few decades and my husband is somewhat obsessive particular about his own hair being touched. And he is married to a woman who looooooves to run her fingers through his hair. sigh.

So Roy is talking about how he does NOT like to have his hair touched. Curly pipes up and says SHE does not like to have her hair touched (and I know this firsthand. I’ll admit she has even gone to school with hair not completely combed because it can quickly deteriorate into a not-so-civil war otherwise).

Roy also comments that SOMEONE, eyes fixed on Georgie, still likes to play with his hair even though he does not like it. Quick as a wink, she replies,

“That’s because I’m checking for fleas!”

I love that girl.