Zoe got a blowout the other day. She’s loving her fancy straight hair, with the slight curl at the end.
So why would I give my girl with the most gorgeous curls ever a blowout?
Because she has lice. Zoe has lice.
(Stop scratching your head. You probably don’t have it. I might though!)
It’s bound to happen, and it happens to everyone, and all that (except me! I never had lice! Until now, maybe!).
This ain’t our first lice rodeo, and it’s a little disturbing how quickly my fingers rediscovered the old method of separating the hair into the most ridiculously thin sections to comb through.
But it’s still gross and time-consuming and eye-straining. The lice are the exact same color as Zoe’s hair, so I have to depend on a really good lice comb. There’s a lot of laundry. There’s also a lot of psychosomatic scalp itching.