Lice Lesson #1: Resistance is futile, or say those little buggers.
Lice Lesson #2: Ridding one's hair of lice is kind of like having one's hair colored, and then highlighted (but without the foil...or the color). There is a cream rinse shampoo, a waiting period in which you get to read trashy literature (I mean have you read Alice in Wonderland?), a rinse, a laborious combing process in which 2 inch sections of hair are combed through again and again, another rinse, and voila! Beautiful, shiny hair--peppered with dead lice carcasses. Just like going to the salon!
Of course, getting your hair colored or highlighted does not require you to wash down your ENTIRE house, so really treating lice is nothing like getting your hair done.
Having lice wasn't all so bad, at least for Isabella. She got to stay up late and watch Matilda and eat Halloween candy early, during the comb out process. She missed school the next day and got some brand new hair accessories.
Not one to have HIS thunder stolen, Matthew decided to take a sharpie to the hardwood floor while we were busy attending to Isabella's head of hair. Just add it to the clean up list...




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