Deep

So while nit picking Zoë’s thick mane she asked me why there are lice in this world:

Are they food? No. Is anyone happy to have them move in? No. Do they contribute anything but pain and suffering to this world? And again, the answer is ‘no.’

Zoë then fell silent for a moment while I closed in on another two or three microscopic lice eggs. I thought the ponderings on lice and their likes were over when she looked up again and got real deep: “What are humans good for, Mom?”