"What are head lights?" my daughter asked me at lunch the other day.
"Uhh...those lights on the front of the car," I responded blankly.
"No," she insisted, "head lights." Apparently there was something more here, since she continued with "The kind you get from wearing someone else's hat."
Headlights? Head lights? HEAD LICE???!!!!
And although this was not suitable lunch coversation, I spoke at length about the not-so-fabulous world of head lice. The land of stinking, burning shampoo and tiny-toothed combs, the land of "Let's just cut all your hair off, it's just easier that way." She posed many follow-up questions, which I answered to the best of my knowledge (having never had, nor seen the mythical head lice). With my assurances that she need not unreasonably fear these creatures, she was satisfied.
Thinking about it at the end, she laughed a little. "I'm glad it's called head lice instead of headlights like I thought. Head lights sounds like our name---Head Leitz."
Yeah.