So… this walked in off the school bus yesterday….
It was accompanied by a puffy red freckled face that had obviously been crying. Likely because her brother had spent most of the 20 minute bus ride to our office telling her how deeply in trouble she was going to be when she got here.
They hopped off the bus just when the phone was ringing constantly, a customer was at my husband’s desk, and another couple was waiting patiently for my husband to finish up with his current customer. The bus driver was walking in with them.
That is never a good sign. People- you usually don’t want the bus driver to escort your children in. My kids aren’t without fault. About a month ago, we’d been informed that they weren’t sitting and staying in their seats. (After following the bus one day as it left town, I realized that few of the kids were… but that’s another story.) From that day on, they had been instructed to sit at the front of the bus.
The bus driver explained that it was “slime” another child had brought on the bus. She was fine, but he wanted to let me know. Points for the bus driver walking my obviously distraught child in.
I looked at my husband and calmly said that I believed my office work today was done.
Loading up my crew, more of the story came out. Another little girl had put it on her hair, but it didn’t stick to it. She thought it would be ok. Apparently it does stick to freshly washed very fine hair.
I messaged my sisters and mother, who have proved to be a font of wisdom, asking for suggestions. Suggestion #1 was vegetable oil, then warm water and a clarifying shampoo. And on top of that, I added in a lot of patience and tried not to laugh. I mean seriously, what can you do? A good sense of humor is paramount to peace at our house.
I could tell this would require me being wet. My little girl was sobbing at the idea of vegetable oil in her hair. Why? Not sure. You’d think pink slime was worse than vegetable oil.
We stripped down and hopped in the shower with a bottle of oil, a fine toothed comb, and a cup to catch the Slime chunks. 30 minutes later…..
Slime be gone! With a few good rounds of clarifying shampoo, most of the pink dye was out as well.
After the de-sliming, we had a little talk about not putting things in our hair that don’t normally go there: Yes’s are limited to hair ties, barrettes, and headbands. No’s (all of which we’ve tried and scrubbed out) include things like gum, sand, paint, mud, glitter, and now….. slime.
Did I mention we were destined last night for a youth program where both kids would be up at the front singing and dancing? To the best of our abilities, we roll with the punches. This time it was a slime covered one.
Much love — Jen