Last Sunday I was combing Margaret's hair, getting the children ready for church when I noticed a little black spot on her scalp. I tried to pick it off, it was a bit stubborn.
"Wierd", I thought. So I insisted it come off and then I took a better look at that obstinate piece of what I thought was lint. What I saw is pictured above. Yuck! Okay, so there's a bug in Maggie's hair. No big deal...unless... Earlier that week, Anna had been reading a book to me and she was so bouncy and "itchy". She was driving my poor sleep deprived nerves insane. Finally, I said, "go do something else." Now, Anna's behavior made perfect sense. I checked her head. Sure enough, she had a terrible case of head lice. In fact, six out of the eight of us (including myself) had head lice. Jim was spared the ordeal thanks to his lack of hair and fortunately, Daniel's hair was too silky and fine to attract the little critters.
A friend of mine came over to help me shampoo heads and she made the comment, "they've had this for some time to have it this bad". "Yeah, I guess", I thought under my breath. The school nurse seconded her opinion when she sent the children home, "excused for severe lice".
