That kind of changed the tenor of the evening. What was supposed to be a sedate bedtime turned to a frenzy of combing, parting, treating, hollering "hold your head still" (dammit), shampooing, bed-clothes-in-dryer-ing.
Gee, I sure hope I don't have it too.
Even more fervently I pray they let me bring him to school tomorrow. On what might possibly be my last day alone. Maybe the lice will scare her off.
Shakes aching head.