Dear C,
Must confess, I was more than a little alarmed to read that you had a case of ass lice running rampant through the family, until I realized you were talking about worms, and not something more sinister. Not that the two conditions are so dissimilar, I suppose, in the degree and location of the discomfort they cause, or the need to inform one's most recent play mates of what has transpired. As I know your youngest son, and Country Club Mom's daughter, V play dress up together almost every afternoon, I realize it must have been more than a little awkward to have to call her up and explain that the two of them were exchanging more than just outfits. Knowing her superior manner about these things, I hope you will at least take comfort in the fact it must have been harder for CCM to accept that her budding Prom Queen in reality loves nothing better than to shed her tutu and ballet slippers in favor of your son's football jersey and shoulder pads . Moreover, as I happened to see V being picked up from a play date with R's five year old only yesterday, I think CCM may soon find herself forced to make an awkward phone call of her own. Seems your son isn't the only kindergartener in the Village who could be accused of playing around.
P.
