This past Sunday I got to sneak out to breakfast with two of my girlfriends from grad school. One of them shares the former distinguished title of “that pregnant girl walking around a Jesuit college campus”… fun times.
So my friend recounted her recent and traumatizing run-in with elementary school lice. She has two daughters with beautiful thick, dark hair… and countless stuffed animals. I really do think that disinfecting her entire house may have permanently scarred her.
Afterward I was telling James about our breakfast conversation and mentioned the whole lice saga.
Jake pipes-up from the backseat, “What’d they have in their hair, Mom? Mice?”
Wow… that would have been so much worse.