the heebie-jeebies

One of my boys was late this morning. Really late. I got quite worried and called my boss so she could track him down. Not ten minutes later he waltzed into the building with his dad. Thank goodness. He was only late on account of a doctor appointment. For lice.

I'm sorry, do I need to say that louder? For lice. LICE! Blech.

I am all clear, I can't stop scratching myself nevertheless.

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