What a sweet little ficlet.
I like the effect that Bugs Bunny PJs and boa constrictor hugs have on Clark. I imagine kids have him eating out of their hands.
“Okay, honey, time for you to move,” he said softly as he sat precariously on the edge, not wanting to sit on her.
“I don’t want chicken fillet,”
I've had that kind of conversation before, although the normal response is more like "I dinnawa shhhhhh...."
“Wassrong, ‘oney?” Clark’s sleepy voice mumbled deeply
It's true. Men sleep more soundly than women. I think that's God's gift to their babies, but I could be wrong about that.
“Lois, honey, the entire bed is your side,” he grumbled petulantly.
I had a policy when I first got married. If I knew about it before we got married, I couldn't complain. He knew she didn't share well before they got married. He needs to ever so kindly shut his trap.
I enjoyed this one very much. Sorry that you're sick, but you write very well when you're feverish.
Elisabeth
