Bug fix

We're blaming Ellen because she's younger and goes to nursery and regularly cracks heads with other bairns. Ewan only cracks his head off furniture. And anyway, there was a sign up at her nursery. So Ewan gets to sit stinking to high heaven of some Tea Tree and Eucalyptus combination while I drag the nit comb through his fashionable Bieberesque thatch. I convinced him of the wisdom of this using a quick run-through of all the jokes and names he'd be subjected to if he turned up at school with bugs. He laughed until he pictured the scene properly as some kind of Lord of the Flies persecution of the buggy kid.

Ellen's turn tomorrow. Glad I don't have to pull the comb through her bird's nest.