BAD HAIR DAY.
We, well mainly the blonde bombshell, have had some very unwelcome visitors on and off since easter.
Every time we thought they had gone they came back.
Finally the summer holidays roll around.
One final round of treatments, no going back to pre school, no playing with other infested children and voila we were nit free.
Then last week he started scratching again.
I checked, couldn't find any, though by this time the poor boy doesn't like us even looking in his hair.
I treated him any way, used the nit comb, used the very expensive electric nit comb.
All to no avail, they are back back back.
His hair is so fine they just slip through the combs and I suspect they are now immune to every chemical treatment known to man.
I have even been massaging tea tree oil in to his scalp.
But these are South London nits they are keepers.
So this evening the Hippy made the decision I couldn't.
I got upset and very stressed, but the boys thought it was hilarious.
And now we have our own little suede head,
a little too long at a no 3 for a full blown skin head.
I am being brave and telling my self it will grow back.
But this does mean I have also to face up to the fact he is no longer Blonde and I'm going to have to drop that part of his name.
Though Bombshell does suit him in a little too well.
Love Nora xx