Industrious

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."

I must show that child how to make a cappuccino.