A nitpicker? Really? I'd no idea such a thing existed, though the word had to have come from somewhere.
Thanks for the kind words. This one took some whittling down to 240 characters, but I find it fun and good exercise.
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I remember her name, Nahama Mermelstein. She was a member of the Hasidic community. There were many others, and we mothers of school-aged children kept them very busy. We had to smear kosher margarine into the child's hair before bed, wrap the head in plastic wrap, then take the child to her front porch the next morning, along with the box that the margarine had come in to prove we used kosher. Then the poor child had to sit still for a very long time while the nit picker drew a lice comb through her hair, a small batch at a time. The hair was partitioned by a pencil, bit, by bit. She was very thorough, and guaranteed that she had gotten 100% of the nits. I remember my eldest sitting there crying the whole time. But it worked. Along with my ceaseless cleaning at home, and daily nitpicking of my own, outside in the sun. Thankfully, I only had the problem once.
That's a very funny scene you paint!:) I wonder if a child ever gets over being covered with margarine and clingfilm.
When she heard lice was in the school she was attending five years later, she sobbed uncontrollably.
Poor thing! I hate to laugh but :):)