I love stories about Lois and Clark with kids. Clark was born to be a father. He's perfect to the role.
Jon's lower lip trembled. “Please turn back into my daddy.”
“What?” Clark blinked.
He's a smart kid. But being the son of Lois and Clark this is no surprise.
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a mashed red and white lump. “I'll give you chocolate,” he offered, his little voice starting to break. “You can have all my Christmas chocolates, *and* my presents! Just please turn back into my daddy so he can come home!”
Awwww.... Poor kid!
“But...why?” asked Jon.
It was a question Clark had asked himself repeatedly, the past few days, though he hadn't spent any time contemplating an answer. “Well,” he reflected, “buildings like this one have been falling down, lately, and others have caught fire...” The thought that these incidents might all be connected suddenly occurred to Clark. “Then of course there have been a lot of car accidents,” he added, noting the break in the pattern. “...caused by traffic lights breaking down,” he realized.
“Why?” Jon asked again.
How old is he? The "whys" sound like my almost three years old daughter.
Clark picked up his son, tucking the boy's face into his shoulder so no one could get a good look. The coat and hat would probably need to disappear, but that could be taken care of later. Really, all of the repercussions of today could be dealt with later;
Were people able to hear what was said? He could be a lost kid looking for his parents. But I'm glad Clark didn't try to hide the truth and took time to take care of him.
It has potential to become a bigger story, you know.
Andreia
