Three of us were lounging in bed Sunday morning. Larger Hooligan was reading science fiction. The Man Who Lives in My House was checking the weather on his iphone. I was pretending to still be asleep. Getting up to make coffee or fetch the paper seemed awfully ambitious.
"Come snuggle," I suggested to the smaller Hooligan. "It's cozy in here."
"I have to get to work." He answered crossly, "I am building a city."