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; right now, only one thing was important. “Come on, let's get you back to Mommy before your uncle winds up in the trunk of her car.”
Jimmy, it doesn't matter how cute the girl was, you are toast.
Welcome back Queenie.
