It was a quiet morning in the nursery. LILY, the chubby-cheeked baby with wide curious eyes, was cozily nestled in her high chair. With a soft giggle, she reached for her bottle of warm milk. Her tiny hands clumsily grabbed it, and she began to drink with happy little gulps. Her sisters, LUNA and LIBBY, watched from the playmat nearby. While LILY was busy enjoying her breakfast, LUNA—bold and always a bit dramatic—suddenly shrieked. “LIBBY! Come here! I saw something in your hair!” LIBBY froze, her hand immediately flying to her head. “What do you mean something? What did you see?” “I think… I think it was lice!” LUNA whispered like it was a deep, dark secret. LIBBY gasped. “No! Not lice! Are you sure?” They rushed to the bathroom, grabbing their toy magnifying glass for full investigation mode. LUNA pulled LIBBY’s curls apart and gasped again. “Yep. Tiny moving things. Ew!” Meanwhile, LILY was blissfully unaware of the hair crisis happening around her. She finished her bottle with a content sigh and let out a tiny burp, her face glowing with satisfaction. Back in the bathroom, LUNA and LIBBY had escalated to panic. “We need Mom!” LIBBY yelled, running down the hall dramatically. Their mom arrived, trying not to laugh. “Girls, relax. It’s just a little case of lice. We’ll handle it.” By the end of the day, LILY had napped, laughed, and drank another bottle. LUNA and LIBBY, with freshly washed hair and a new appreciation for combs, were already over the drama—at least until the next adventure.
