A few months ago a Chicago friend called me on a Saturday morning. There was panic in her voice.
"The school sent home with a note yesterday that we didn't read until late last night. They say our daugher has head lice! What do we do?"
I sighed. I'm not sure what it says about the success of my life when I am the person people call for lice advice.
I tried to rise to the occasion cheerfully. "First of all, thank your lucky stars that you are in a two parent family and that this is a weekend. This is the best possible scenario for lice."