"Parenting tip: Never have kids. They might get lice."
I’m totally that person who has 30 pairs of shoes piled at the door whenever we host a party. #sorrynotsorry.
We have it again. Not all of us this time. Not even most. But enough. The tiny combs are unsheathed. The bedding has been bagged. The house smells of coconut oil and eucalyptus. Also frustration.
Under the glare of the fluorescent lights, and against the contrast of the white paper towel, the bug took its full, wretched, kinetic form. It was phase 44 all over again. I gagged.
Let's all move to Michigan.
Gross. Gross! GROSS.
They're a little gross, somewhat annoying and for most parents, inevitable. It also seems to me that for most of us they show up at the most inconvenient times. I'm talking about lice.
For this reason, "no healthy child should be excluded from school or allowed to miss school time because of head lice or