Our morning started with: "Mum, my head is itchy." "Oh" I say. "Yeh, really itchy. So itchy it was hard to get to sleep." Me, "Please, please, please let it be FLEAS."
Closer inspection revealed an infestation of crawling bugs. Nits. The panic set in as my thoughts turned to the other, sweetly sleeping child. The one with even longer hair. The poor child wandered out for breakfast and was set upon with a tiny comb. No Nits. My head stated to itch. No Nits. Just the boy.
Looks like a long week ahead of me with nightly inspections and De-Nitting activities scheduled. Great.