In the mid-1990’s, though, this particular haircut was called a soccer cut, and Sam had it because his dad had to learn how to cut hair at home, and DI had to learn how to do that because no one could get their hair cut at a stylist, and no one could go to a stylist because everybody, and I mean everybody in the Interrupted household wound up with head lice.

As disasters go, this was not the worst thing in the world, but it was bad enough. For someone living the life that I was living at the time, though, it was awful.

To effectively deal with lice, you need to wash sheets every day, get everyone’s hair washed with the special shampoo (after standing in line in Walmart and looking sheepish), relegate everyone’s stuffed animals into big laundry bags, put bags over any cloth headrests in cars, get the non-leather upholstery cleaned, and nitpick twice a day, every day, like a family of overattentive orangutans.

Not good. But Dad, Interrupted did a nice job of learning how to cut hair at home. We still have the kit.

What the heck is she doing now?

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