“Mouse, mice, creepy crawly lice!”

Farley Drexel ‘Fudge’ Hatcher: ABC Weekend Specials (1977), Fudge-A-Mania (#15.3)

What did you do this weekend? Me? I picked lice out of the son’s hair. It was a nightmare! I had to go through the whole treatment as a kid. At this point, I have to give a most-dedicated-father-in-the-world award to my dad. I’ve always had extremely long hair. And when my school declared I had lice, did my dad chop my hair off to make it easier to comb the solution through with that itty bitty comb? Definitely not. I don’t know how long it took, but he combed and combed and I probably cried and cried but he didn’t cut my hair. After what I went through this weekend, I realize that took a huge amount of restraint on his part. And probably a ton of don’t-cut-my-hair crocodile tears on my part. The son’s hair is just past his shoulders (almost 10′ long – we measured for Locks of Love about two weeks ago) and thick. It took four hours to comb it. That was just to comb it. First you have to put the solution on the hair, and then you wait ten minutes before you can wash it out. After that the combing begins. But then there is all the laundry that needs to be washed. The clothes, the hats, the pillows the sheets and blankets plus vacuuming and cleaning all the brushes and combs. It is a serious undertaking. And BONUS we get to do it again in a week.

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