The other week we had some unwelcome visitors. I'm not talking about Shannon, Greg, and Nora, they were a delight. After the humans departed, we discovered visitors of the bug variety. Lice. I was told that it would be hard to spot lice in Fiona's hair because she's so fair, but in fact it was quite easy to see them crawling around near her temples. And guess what? I had them, too. And then even Rowan had a couple of nits. The injustice of preschool. So Fiona spent most of last week home with Rowan and me. She was matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "Mama, do I have school today?" she'd ask. "No, honey, not today," I'd respond. "Is it because I have bugs in my hair?" I suppose it's good she is bug-curious. Ba-doom ching!
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You can call Fiona late to dinner (who wants to eat dinner anyway?) but DO NOT call her cute. Cute is the LAST thing she wants to be. Cute is for babies. If you want to encourage Fiona to wear a certain outfit -- or, as is usually the case, encourage her to simply get dressed in ANYTHING -- tell her that it's "fancy." Seriously. No matter whether it's a t-shirt and leggings or a tiara and high heels. Thank you, Jane O'Connor and "Fancy Nancy."
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