[ooc: More of Eli Lang. Clark is
superfarmboy, mentioned in passing and with lots of love.]
Lana was just finishing her clothing search for the next load of laundry. When she went to collect Eli's socks from his shoes, she noticed him scribbling with a black crayon.
"What's my little man drawing today?"
"Cow," he said simply, not stopping to look up at her.
"Think you could draw Mommy a horse?"
"NO!" he insisted. "Cow for Unca Cark!"
"Okay, okay," she said laughing. "A cow for Uncle Clark. I'm sure he'll be very happy to have it."
She had only taken a few steps away when she heard a little gasp.
"Uh oooh..."
"'Uh oh'? What's 'uh oh'?"
"I bwoke my cwayon..."