Italy, meet the Ukraine. Isn’t it wonderful when all nations get together in joyous harmony at Christmas?
It hasn’t been all joy and harmony around here. Mike has some sort of stomach flu, it appears W is getting same, and just as I was ushering him (W) into the tub for a much-needed bath this afternoon (having severely cut his toe a few nights ago, he got a get-out-of-baths-free card for a couple days), we got a call from the parents of his kindergarten BFF, away for Christmas, reporting a lice infestation on the head of said BFF. And they all shared Santa hats at their Christmas concert.
We checked W’s head. Ew. I’ve never seen lice before, but we are now well acquainted. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ewwwww. How could we not have noticed this? With all the snuggling and head kissing? Shudder.
This afternoon I planned to make stollen and my Grandma’s peanut brittle to bring around to various parties and visits tonight – instead we’ve been shaving W’s head, bleaching stuff and tossing all our bed linens out in the back yard (apparently a good freeze will kill anything alive or freshly laid) while sporadically getting full-body heebie jeebies and checking each others’ heads, which are suddenly insatiably itchy. W is off trying to find a drugstore that’s open to buy a lice comb, and I’m dousing W’s head in vinegar. Tonight, after putting out cookies and milk for Santa, we’ll be slathering his head with mayo and a shower cap – another chemical-free remedy I found via Google. Maybe in a few days I’ll share my recipe for one-minute mayo – never thought it would come in handy this way.
To make Nutella scuffles, leave out the cinnamon and spread a spoonful of Nutella over each dough triangle before you roll it up.