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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.

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