By Anne Spear <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Submitted: November 2004
Summary: Is Lois and Clark's life just one big joke?
Author's Notes: This super short story was posted on the message boards (http://www.lcficmbs.com/) in April as an answer to a Joke Challenge posed by Queen of the Capes, then sat on my hard drive until I suddenly realized I never sent it to the archive.Many, many thanks to LabRat for editing it! Please excuse the oversight. Hope you enjoy and feedback, as always, is welcome!
"Mom!" Liz Kent stood at the top of the stairs and screeched in a way that only eight-year-olds can.
Lois left the kitchen, stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms akimbo and reprimanded her daughter. "Elizabeth Lara…how many times do I have to ask you *not* to scream at the top of your lungs?" Liz just shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Now," Lois continued, "what is so important?"
"You told me to wake Bobby up, but he won't get outta bed."
Lois started up the stairs. "Okay. You go down and have breakfast. I'll get him."
Clark Kent finished washing the breakfast dishes and left them in the drain. Drying his hands on a small towel, he left the kitchen and waited until Lois hung up the phone. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Bobby says his throat hurts and he has a fever," she informed him. "It's not real high — just a couple of points. I already gave him some Tylenol, and since we *can't* miss Liz's solo in the Easter pageant, I called Aaron from next door to come over and watch him."
"Okay, I'll go upstairs and get Liz so we're ready to leave as soon as he gets here."
Almost two hours later, Clark unlocked the front door and stepped aside to let Lois and Liz in first. In the living room, they found Bobby sitting on the couch, still in his pajamas and bathrobe with a blanket across his lap. He was mesmerized by a cartoon on television and absently sipping from a mug.
As Clark walked over to where Aaron was sitting to pay and thank him, Lois sat next to Bobby on the couch and felt his head, which was noticeably cooler.
"*Mom*," the four-year-old whined.
"We brought you a palm frond from church," Liz told him, handing him the long, thin leaf. "Here."
Bobby looked at the thing in his hand then started whipping it around like a rapier. "What's this for?"
"People lined the road with them as Jesus rode by," Lois told him, trying to avoid the weapon.
"Wouldn't you know it," he fumed, "the *one* Sunday I don't go to church, He shows up!!!"