Mortified

Middle Man is mortified... MORTIFIED!

We have a dear friend who cuts all of our hair and because of our kids' extra activities it took a while to organise the time together to actually make it happen. It just happened that the day The Middle Man's class got yet another nit note home, is the day that we cut all his hair off... it was bad enough that he had short hair, and it felt funny, and I don't like it, it's too short etc etc etc, but to then realise the next morning as he is getting ready for school...

"OMG! Everyone will think I was the one with the nits because I've had all my hair cut off! OMG! Can I stay home today? DO I have to go to school today? OMG. OMG. OMG! Muuuummm!"

That's right. Because it was all my fault. Yep. I calculated the whole thing. I planted the nits in the other childs' hair, I wrote the note, I probably held a stick sharpened earlier on a stone to the Deputy's head to make her sign the note, I even organised the fated hair cut.

It's official. I don't mean to be a nitpicker, but when you look at all the clues logically, it was me, it had to be, didn't it?