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tzi fondled me and then I demanded more. So she gave me a prompt: Sam. Pooooo. To which makes me look at her sideways, but at least it was a challenge.
“Your son—,” Clark began, and Lex paused in unknotting his tie to hear the rest. Sam became ‘his’ son whenever the six year old had done something ingenius or destructive, or both simultaneously. “—has invented a Pooinator.”
Lex stared at Clark in the reflection of the mirror above the dresser. “A what?”
“A Pooinator.” Frown lines etched Clark’s face as he leaned against the bedpost. Baby food dotted his sleeve and a pacifier bulged the pocket of his flannel shirt. “Apparently, PJ’s diapers stink worse than your feet, so he built a Pooinator to fix it.”
Lex ignored the comment about his feet – they weren’t as bad as being in a room with Clark after cabbage roll night – and finished loosening his tie. “By your tone, I take it this isn’t one of his better inventions.”
“No. It’s pretty cool. You drop a dirty diaper into the container and poof, no more diaper.”
“Poof?” Lex repeated with a questioning lift of his brow.
“Poof.” Clark folded his arms and gave Lex a Look. “The diaper vaporized.”
“Ah.” Lex made an abrupt beeline for the walk-in closet, but he couldn’t escape the tongue-lashing that followed.
“I thought we’d agreed no more laser-based equipment, Lex,” Clark said. “There are scorch marks on the front porch and the civil suit is pending still. Not to mention the fact that we have a little girl who pulls herself up on everything. Do you want her to accidentally vaporize herself?”
“He isn’t supposed to use the material without permission,” Lex said, though it wasn’t an excuse and he knew it.
“Well, you’d better explain that part to your son again. And then you can dismantle the Pooinator and get those parts out of my house."
Clark left the bedroom with a forceful slam of the door. Lex hung his suit coat on the rack and leaned his head against the back of his forearm. He tried not to laugh, because Clark would hear it and he’d be in the doghouse even worse, and it really was a serious situation with the lasers – but, the Pooinator?
Sam might be ‘his’ son when it came to inventing, but he definitely was Clark’s child when it came to picking names.
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tzi fondled me and then I demanded more. So she gave me a prompt: Sam. Pooooo. To which makes me look at her sideways, but at least it was a challenge.“Your son—,” Clark began, and Lex paused in unknotting his tie to hear the rest. Sam became ‘his’ son whenever the six year old had done something ingenius or destructive, or both simultaneously. “—has invented a Pooinator.”
Lex stared at Clark in the reflection of the mirror above the dresser. “A what?”
“A Pooinator.” Frown lines etched Clark’s face as he leaned against the bedpost. Baby food dotted his sleeve and a pacifier bulged the pocket of his flannel shirt. “Apparently, PJ’s diapers stink worse than your feet, so he built a Pooinator to fix it.”
Lex ignored the comment about his feet – they weren’t as bad as being in a room with Clark after cabbage roll night – and finished loosening his tie. “By your tone, I take it this isn’t one of his better inventions.”
“No. It’s pretty cool. You drop a dirty diaper into the container and poof, no more diaper.”
“Poof?” Lex repeated with a questioning lift of his brow.
“Poof.” Clark folded his arms and gave Lex a Look. “The diaper vaporized.”
“Ah.” Lex made an abrupt beeline for the walk-in closet, but he couldn’t escape the tongue-lashing that followed.
“I thought we’d agreed no more laser-based equipment, Lex,” Clark said. “There are scorch marks on the front porch and the civil suit is pending still. Not to mention the fact that we have a little girl who pulls herself up on everything. Do you want her to accidentally vaporize herself?”
“He isn’t supposed to use the material without permission,” Lex said, though it wasn’t an excuse and he knew it.
“Well, you’d better explain that part to your son again. And then you can dismantle the Pooinator and get those parts out of my house."
Clark left the bedroom with a forceful slam of the door. Lex hung his suit coat on the rack and leaned his head against the back of his forearm. He tried not to laugh, because Clark would hear it and he’d be in the doghouse even worse, and it really was a serious situation with the lasers – but, the Pooinator?
Sam might be ‘his’ son when it came to inventing, but he definitely was Clark’s child when it came to picking names.
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FFL Timeline Updated
I have to agree with Lex. Sam is just as much Clark's child.
*snerk*
Love Lex and Clark's trials and joys of raising their children. Martha, Jonathan and Lionel must be enjoying their revenge. ("Grandchildren are the best revenge.")
Sam is so adorable!
Obviously, I loved it!
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::thinks evol thoughts about FFL fic-on-demand via the joys of fondling and is mad jelus of tzi::
Heh! Sam does have Clark's way with words. *g*
My favourite line is
Sam might be ‘his’ son when it came to inventing, but he definitely was Clark’s child when it came to picking names.