Susan Senator

Shoot. One of the Baby Bellies today said she “might” have lice. I did not let her trade veils today (which they always always do). She was so subdued, poor thing. She is usually just a total bubble of a person, a firecracker, a butterfly. I don’t know if she was worried or if she picked up on my worry? I’ve always dreaded the lice thing, though so far, none of the boys has had it, knock wood.

She must not have been too disheartened by it because she did keep interrupting me as usual to say things like, “Let’s be like Cinderella and…” or “Can we wear lipstick to the show?” I tried not to get too crabby (like, I didn’t say, “How ’bout we wear fat little white parasitic insects on our heads?”) It is like herding cats with the BBs, and next week is our show. A lot of pressure. I even talked to our local newspaper, The Brookline Tab, for coverage, but of course it is not pressing news (probably there will be someone in Brookline who thinks there is an ugly sign somewhere in town, or who thinks the Town should not collect our trash, or some other Very Important Grown Up News Item, so no wonder kindergartners – second graders learning Middle Eastern dance in the schools would be a lesser priority).

Maybe we’d get in the paper if all ten of them caught lice from the veils?

Anyway, I panicked at first when I got home and dumped all the veils into a cold wash (cold because they’re delicate). Now I don’t know what to do and I’m a little nervous about the whole thing. I hope my veils are not ruined, but they are kind of cheap anyway. But this is not going to level me. Some people use lice as a license to ostracize or panic, but I will not.

Regardless, the show will go on, even if we have to use paper towel for our veils.