No, I didn't!
Zoë sat in her room on the weekend and pulled out the entire contents of a box of tissues. I have no idea why (other than it's actually kind of fun). When her father saw what she had done he said, "Zoë! Why did you do this?!" and she said, "I didn't." He said, "Yes, you did!" She said, "No, I didn't. My hands did it."
I don't know if that's her way of saying she couldn't stop herself or if she kind of sees herself that way (different body parts are autonomous?) or if it was just a clever kind of lie, but it did make me laugh. Which, of course, let her know she'd said something clever, so later, when she was speaking very rudely to her father and she was scolded for it, she said, "No, it wasn't me! It was my hands!" (No, that didn't wash with us; I think even she understood the complete illogic of saying it, because she didn't persist with it.)
It does give new meaning to the phrase, "Talk to the hands," though, eh?
Itchy Lice
Zoë came home on Friday with a note that said that there were headlice going around in her group, and to please check her. I did. She had lice. We immediately went out and got the lice product we normally use, which kills both the lice and the nits and doesn't require fine tooth combing. I know about this product from the last time we had a problem with lice and I tried several before I got one that works the first time. So we did the treatment on her, and the next day I did the treatment on Miranda, just in case.
On Sunday, when I was combing Zoë's hair, she informed me that "Nits put tangles in my hair", which I thought was kind of funny. Yet another reason to get rid of them, eh?
On Monday, she went to school, along with the note we included about her having been treated for lice (which, apparently, the teachers never got). She scratched her head once and told them, "I want to get rid of itchy lice!" Teachers did a quick check and saw the (dead) nits. I get a call from the principle.
I did explain that we'd done the treatment on Friday night and that I take the whole lice thing extremely seriously, and that any nits left will be dead and can be just pulled out with the fingernails. Principle told me, "We're not supposed to do that." I answered, "No, I wasn't suggesting that you should, only that this is the way the product works. I didn't do a fine tooth combing because it's too hard to get her to stand still for very much of it."
In the end, I convinced the principle that Zoë was, indeed, safe to be around other children, and even though school policy is that they send them home immediately when/if a child is discovered to have lice/nits, it would be okay, but to please check Zo&eum;l's hair again when she came home. Which I did. And there were (dead) nits, of which I pulled out several with my fingernails (to make sure they were dead and the glue bond with the hair was broken, etc.).
I may do another treatment on this coming Friday, just to be sure. I mean, I am sure, but I might do it anyway. And with any luck Zoë will NOT go to school and tell them she has itchy lice that she wants to get rid of!
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