"Wouldn't You Know It"
by Anne Spear <raggedyanne7@yahoo.com>
Rated: G
Submitted: November 2004


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!!!"

:-D˜