"We really should credit the nouse
Of the tiny, tenacious head louse:
Wash and comb all you like,
Still they'll boldly hitchhike
To be shot of them, that would be grouse!"
Of the tiny, tenacious head louse:
Wash and comb all you like,
Still they'll boldly hitchhike
To be shot of them, that would be grouse!"
It's becoming an almost nightly ritual: vinegar, or conditioner and essential oil, or olive, rice bran or coconut oil. Smother the head, stick on a shower cap and hope that Pixie Munchkins does not scream the place down. Lice and nit free for a while, only for some to jump back on within the week. We even use pharmaceutical preparations, but they mostly leave a lasting, god-awful, chemical stink.
On Wednesday, as I performed my one-handed maternal duties, Pixie Munchkins nearly lost an eyeball. So let's just say I've been writing a lot of limericks to stay sane!
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