What is the obsession with taking—or rather, making—defenseless little children sit on Santa’s lap?
We Have Lice (Again)
When we got home from the party, bugs were visibly crawling in her hair. I raced to the supermarket and picked up pesticide-grade lice removal kits and wine. With Catholic guilt about probably infesting the movie theater, I stayed up all night cleaning the house, scrubbing, washing sheets, towels, bedding, coats, scarves, hats, and stuffed animals.
Re-Entry
By Jennifer Scharf. As we prepared to go our separate ways, my new friends joked about reentry.