I had said to a friend yesterday that I really need to blog about something besides Lauren's school and church. Today is not the day to start that.
A friend of mine called me yesterday. "Do you know where you can bring kids to get them deloused?"
I took a deep breath. Before I could even answer I realized I was scratching at my scalp because just the mention of lice makes me itchy. And it's a kid Lauren plays with a lot - they were at Katie's birthday together on Saturday night watching a movie. Oh gosh, were they sitting next to each other? Touching heads? Eww!
"No," I replied. "You really need to call a townie for that," and I suggested a mutual friend who might know.
When Lauren came home I grilled her about whether the nurse had done a scalp check. She looked annoyed, "No. She measured us and checked our hearing."
I carefully looked at her head. No bugs.
I told Alec this morning while he was getting dressed. "Ew. Don't get near anyone's head. No hugging."
"Why?" Lauren demanded.
"Lice are worse than fleas. They lay eggs on your head."
Lauren, who has a fascination with bugs, blood, boogers, and all things icky, replied, "That is the grossest thing you've ever said."