Great part, Virginia!
“Well, yes, but that’s not until…” Lois’s eyes widened. “Today! Oh, God! I forgot my own birthday.”
Lois doesn't remembers that it's her birthday! So in character!
So, some of my earliest memories were in the kitchen with Mom. I had my own footstool, so I could reach the counter. My dad had made it; he even carved my name on it. She’d have me measure flour and sugar, crack eggs, and pour ingredients into the mixing bowl. It was our thing that we did together.”
Clark as a little boy in the kitchen with Martha. So cute!
They told me I was so special that my birthday should be too
I love Martha and Jonathan!
Lois glanced at Clark. He had ordered chocolate ice cream for her? Clark?
CLARK: Of course! YOU love chocolate!
when he swallowed his face went ashen. He stood up. “Excuse me,” he said and rushed off from the table.
Poor Clark! I want to give him a hug!
“Jester,” he said with a grin.
Not Jerome?
As he hurried out the newsroom, he barely missed a delivery man entering with a large bouquet of red roses.
Luthor? No, please!
Oh, right, feel free to comment how much you'd like Clark to take *you* out for your next birthday.
Yes! Yes!
