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[look_upinthesky]

 The Son of Steel...is not in a good mood.

He's woken up, teething and cranky.  And he's REALLY not happy at who's come to check on him.  It's been either him or the sitter for the last four days.

And he loves them.  He really does.

But they're not...

"MMMMAAAMMAAAAAAAA"

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[look_upinthesky]

Clark was very thankful for a rare night off.

From being Superman.

Being a father, however, never ends.

He scoops up Jonathan and holds him. He just got acetominophen three hours ago, so it's three more hours before he can have more medicine.

He carries him into the kitchen and pulls out his teething ring from the freezer. He's approaching a year old, but it still helps.

"Here you go." Clark says.

[look_upinthesky]

Jonathan takes the teeting ring - and promptly bounces it off of Dad's head. "MAAA-MAAAAAAAAA!" he wails.

[look_upinthesky]

Somehow he finds an invasion from Brainiac to be a welcome diversion.

The cries kill him inside. He wasn't even sure when Lois was due back from overseas...this could take awhile.

He considers strapping on the sling and taking Jon for a late-night fly...

[_loislane_]

Crowded in cheek to jowl on a late night commuter flight to get home early instead of waiting another whole day to take the nice business class seat had seemed like a good idea at the time. Until she spent 8 hours shoved in between the two sports fans who kept trying to keep the 'pretty lady' entertained.

Poking them with dry sarcastic wit wasn't even enough to keep her happy since neither of them had been quick enough to catch on. Witty reparte gets stale when there's no one to appreciate it.

Now looking at Jon bouncing toys off Clark's head she realizes it was the best idea she ever had to take that flight.

"Is this a new form of entertainment you started while I was gone?"

[_loislane_]

"Work at home reporter for a while, that's me. I can leap piles of laundry in a single bound and sing silly songs while typing up my notes." She chuckles and winks, "Give the spellchecker a work out."

[_man_of_steel_]

"Spellchecker?" Clark says. "You actually invested in one of those, finally? I can finally stop answering you when you ask how many 'i's there are in 'illiterate'?"

The smile is back on his face.

[_loislane_]

"Well you won't pick up the phone when you're saving planes from crashing into the ground in a fiery glory. For some reason Perry doesn't understand that I have errors because you won't answer the phone...so spellchecker." She wrinkles her nose at him as she smiles, that's right it's all her husband's fault.

[_man_of_steel_]

"OK, that's good, because I'd hate for Oracle to DROP EVERYTHING to answer spelling queries in my absence."

"Any thoughts for Jon's first birthday?"