So this thread brought back horrid memories of my daughter's kinder experience....

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After we spent a few weeks, combing, killing , washing and rewashing hair, throwing out stuffed animals, and some of the linens, and washing everything in super hot water and borax, and vacuuming everywhere and steam cleaning bedroom carpets and hosing down patio with bleach....and washing interior of both cars, etc etc....finally, we felt it was under control.
I go pick up the kids and my son walks up to the car, looks at his 5 yr old sister and says 'that's the sweatshirt you wore today?' She nods yes....
He says 'Why did I see you at lunch wearing a pink hoodie?'
"Oh yeah, thAt waS Kaylie's, we traDed for fUn...


Sure enough, I look at the back of her head and see a critter running around on her scalp......NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.......
We had to run and find Kaylie, to warn Mom, .....and then run to nurses office and get that skinny comb and clear her head and then change her clothing immediately, bag the dirty ones, switch into a change I had in the car for dance class....I was in a panic...lmao