Thursday, 10 May 2012

Scritchy Scratchers

Up until a couple of months ago we in the Scrummy household had been very lucky. Despite having worked for years in schools and nursery's and having two children in school we had never had to endure the shame of nitty nits.How our lives have changed!!!!
Let me explain- I went to a very old fashioned catholic convent school where the nit nurse came regularly to check every ones hair. The whole school had to line up one behind the other in the school hall under the gaze of the statue of our dear Lord himself. It was very simple- if you had nits you were given a letter in front of everyone and were not allowed back in school until the infestation had gone. The message was simple- nice children did not get nits- and the shame that having nits brought upon your family was not worth considering. Despite being the eldest of three no one in my family ever got nits. My mum would never have coped with the embarrassment and  my Grandma would have been mortified.
So you can imagine I was a little traumatised when my 6 year old daughter came running upstairs one morning and gleefully told me she had just picked something big and white out of her hair and it had run across the floor. Her brother helpfully announced "that's nits that is " (too much horrid Henry in my opinion!)
It would appear that children of today have a very different outlook - as both of mine skipped merrily across the playground that morning cheerfully and a tad loudly pronouncing that my daughter had real life scritchy scratchers in her hair. By the time we reached the school gates I was surprised that sky news were not covering it on their tickertape thingy since my two angels had happily spread the word to all and sundry.
The only strategy open to me was to embrace the problem, and fess up- buy a nit comb and act like theres nothing wrong. If my kids can view nits as a badge of honour then so could I .
Couple of days later and numerous hours spent with the comb and the problem had gone. I could breathe a sigh of relief and pretend that it had never happened.Why I could almost laugh about it.

Last night the standard letter "theres nits in the class" came home.
 Checked daughters hair.
Two bliming eggs.
Pass the gin please I feel another visit from the scritchy scratchers is on the way!!!!




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