For those of you who don’t know what a lice comb looks like, I’m very happy for you. And for those of you who are familiar with the look of a lice comb, welcome to the club.
Luckily for us, we haven’t truly had to use it yet, but we bought it last spring during the Lice Wars at school. I almost feel like having it around is like insurance against lice. For whatever reason, the boys are fascinated by the lice comb and I often find them combing their hair with it just for fun.
Just when I thought the boys had finally lost interest in the lice comb, Owen came down the stairs and said, “Ma, look!” The memory of what followed is hard to shake – Owen strutted across the floor like a dude with the lice comb stuck in his hair like an afro pick. Somehow even my kids know we’re living in the 1970s.
I’ve included this picture so that you can shake the visual image of Owen and the lice comb:
Francophile Update 