Boo-Skit

Yesterday I did a second lice treatment on the new little girl. The whole process took about two and a half hours. I spent two hours picking lice out of her hair. Both of our backs hurt from sitting so still for that long that I treated her to a Fanta. We walked three doors down to a little store and while the lady was getting our sodas she said, “Emily, booskit.” She was asking for cookies. I was a little shocked, but I spent the twelve cents and bought her a packet of cookies as well as a soda. She then saved one for her little brother – which I thought was very sweet of her.