Dear Mom and Stan,
A most blog-worthy evening, Sunday night.
We await photos from friends, regarding Max's odyssey to Mississippi. The coming home events last night seemed more like a sitcom than real life. Max returned from his father's house at the usual time Sunday night. We discovered that we only had a small portion of the school supplies list that was to be brought to school today (Monday). While rummaging around the house we found we did have a few pencils and pens, but not surprisingly most of the required art supplies and some journal books, unused from last years required school supplies list.
Upon entry into the backpack, mom found Odyssey school work uncompleted, that was to be done Monday if not this week…who knows?
So we began to work on the homework together until constant itching of the child's head seemed to stem from more than just thinking.
Off to the bathroom to discover Mississippi School trips can bring home unappreciated souvenirs, like Head Lice.
It's now 11 pm, and after considering our options, Max opted for the Mom's backyard, trash can barbershop over sleeping with bugs in hair 'til tomorrow.The unique look created by flashlight only proved that acrylics were a much more natural medium for the mother.
This was expressed in about 20 different ways by Max's extended vocabulary which could have bested the "Your Nose is large" scene from Cyrano de Bergerac. Mom was just glad that he had a good sense of humor, since he had been on an intentional "grow-my-hair down-to-my-waist project" and his hair had finally been long enough to put in a ponytail.
After the non-aveda approved haircut, he was off to the showers. What to put on the scalp and bit of hair still left to kill those things until tomorrow? Beer seemed a logical choice, but Mom wasn't sure if she should put it on the scalp and get those lice drunk or just drink it herself…it was already Midnight.
Onto the hair Pilsner Urquell (who said we don't have taste)…..then shampoo.
After Max was dry we checked Marcelline's head for similar friends or their children, and found none.
To be sure, she showered and sent Max running for a beer which he returned with the top still on. "Can you open it?" Says mom, "How?" came from the almost 13-year-old. "Use the can opener." Came the reply from the mother who must be doing something right. :)
A moment later a loud yell confirmed the sitcom quality of the evening "MOM, The beer exploded all over the kitchen."
We spent the rest of the early a.m laughing and relaxing, knowing the child would not be admitted into the school with any possible Head lice….which would give us an additional day to finish that homework, order on-line standard overnight http://www.licekiller.com/, and have a friend deliver the hair razor so mom could redeem herself as a pretty darn good barber and turn her almost hippy child into a Monk.
Wish we had a camera for it all.
Marcelline
