My poor daughter, who has had the longest, most glorious red hair in the world, has found nits in her hair again. No crawlies, but another long session of combing and medication is in our future today.
So, her step-mother (that's a new and slightly alarming word around here), much to my trepidation, took her for a haircut yesterday. I was really wanting to do it myself, for a variety of practical reasons, but S. was in a hurry to cut it, clean it, and donate it. So here she is, in her cute pixie glory.