“I’m willing to wear a wig for Tink.” Lois stated firmly.
“I hate flying.” Clark grumbled, crossing his arms and looking out the window.
Flying?
“Colour your mommy a picture.” She said in a cute voice as Clark looked down at the Superman colouring book and small package of crayons.
Clark gave Lois a menacing look as he tore open the plastic bag and pulled out the book and crayons.
“Clark!” Martha’s voice beamed from the parking lot as she waved at the group.
/whispers: you're missing a section break there
