When the smallest child complained that something was itchy in her hair I knew it was all over. The Rummage household dream run in its ninth year without nits was dead in the water. Not just one but two smalls with nits.
I spent Saturday night combing conditioner through their hair and trying not to extend their vocabulary of colourful language any further than their already forensic understanding of the subject.
By lunch today they were nit free and the French and I passed out on deck chairs with a cold beer to recover.
In happier news we found a funky old game of
cluedo at a garage sale and played a few fast and furious post beer games.
Hoping your weekend was lice-free. Xx