I’ll never forget when I first found lice in my beautiful daughter’s hair. I was putting her hair into French braid pig tails to send her for a weekend with her Nana. Daddy and I were going away for a quick, much needed, weekend away. I finished the first braid with no event and moved on to the second when I came across what seemed to be small dots moving. I thought to myself what in the world is that. Then a voice in the back of my head spoke up real loud:
YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT’S LICE.
Needless to say insanity ensued. Nana still came over, but with ointments, shampoos, and special combs. Dad through all of our personal affects into the wash on the inferno setting while putting everything else in garbage bags. A slow suffocating or burning death for those nasty lice that feasted on our poor daughter.
Dad still thought Nana was taking the kids for the weekend. It was a tough weekend for him.
Fast forward 2 years. I’m well versed in lice and we’ve grown, we now play softball. She’s 6 so they share equipment, bats and helmets, to keep costs minimal for parents. I’m watching them pack up after hitting practice thinking to myself, that’s probably not a good idea they’re sharing helmets…
SURE AS SHIT I GET AN EMAIL THE NEXT DAY THAT A GIRL ON THE TEAM HAS LICE
So now we have our own helmet, bat, fielding mask, and mitt in a bag that’s bigger than she is. For a pee wee league. Remain ever vigilant in the fight against lice.