Notes: Clark is 4 or 5 and hasn't gotten his speed yet. Just strength.
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"Don't worry, honey. Pete didn't mean that."
Martha Kent said as she poured milk into a glass. Clark had come home crying and she was using the well proven method of milk and cookies to make him feel better.
"But he sounded like he meant it. Pete is always mean to me."
Clark said into the table, as he was sitting with his head in his arms crying.
"He was just teasing you."Said Martha firmly, filling a plate with cookies."I know its hard for you baby, but you can't play sports with the other boys-not until you can control your strength. I'm so sorry, Clark."
"He said that I was a snob and that I thought I was too good for them. B- but that's not true! I want to play with them. I want more friends than just Jimmy. He's only three and he's my neighbor so it doesn't count."
"Tell you what," Martha said putting the milk and cookies on the table. Clark's head popped out from under his arms and Martha picked him up and sat him on her lap. "I'll call Mrs. Ross and see if Pete can com over and play. OK?"
Clark's head got off her shoulder and he looked at her, with his tear stained face, and said very seriously:
"Really?"
Martha tried to hold back a smile.
"Really."
"OK!"
Clark said as he hugged Martha. He looked at her again grinning broadly, with a gap where his two front teeth would be.
"All better?"
"All better. You always make everything better."Clark said with laugh, suddenly the smile was wiped off his face and he looked very serious again. "Mommy, will you always make everything better?"
"Well ... no Clark."
"Why not?"
Clark looked like he was about to cry then.
"Well, as you grow older you have to learn to fix your own problems. I won't always be able to fix them, especially when you grow up and go out into the world."
Clark tried to comprehend this then a look of realization passed over his face.
"Y-your g-going to send m-me away?" Clark started crying again.
Martha realized that Clark thought that they were going leave him and send him someplace far away like his other parents had done. She couldn't bare the thought.
"No no! Its just when children graduate from high school and college, they grow up, and they like to live on their own."
Clark paused to think about that thought.
"They WANT to leave?"
"Yes. They do."
Clark thought about that, too.
"Do I have to if I don't want to?"
"No honey, you don't."
Clark looked alot happier. Martha just laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
"Clark, why don't I call Mrs. Ross and you go see if you can help Daddy in the Barn."
Clark jumped off Martha's lap.
"OK Mommy, thank you!"
Martha watched Clark run out of the kitchen. 'I don't know how I'll let you leave, either." Martha sighed and walked to the phone, picking it up she pressed seven different numbers.
"Hello Jenny? Its Martha, I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."
Please review, constructive criticism is always appreciated. I have reviewitis- a rare health condition where I need reviews and comments to stay sane. Please help stop me from going crazy. (I am slowly going crazy 1 2 3 4 5 6 switch-- just kidding!)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything..... Dang it!
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"Don't worry, honey. Pete didn't mean that."
Martha Kent said as she poured milk into a glass. Clark had come home crying and she was using the well proven method of milk and cookies to make him feel better.
"But he sounded like he meant it. Pete is always mean to me."
Clark said into the table, as he was sitting with his head in his arms crying.
"He was just teasing you."Said Martha firmly, filling a plate with cookies."I know its hard for you baby, but you can't play sports with the other boys-not until you can control your strength. I'm so sorry, Clark."
"He said that I was a snob and that I thought I was too good for them. B- but that's not true! I want to play with them. I want more friends than just Jimmy. He's only three and he's my neighbor so it doesn't count."
"Tell you what," Martha said putting the milk and cookies on the table. Clark's head popped out from under his arms and Martha picked him up and sat him on her lap. "I'll call Mrs. Ross and see if Pete can com over and play. OK?"
Clark's head got off her shoulder and he looked at her, with his tear stained face, and said very seriously:
"Really?"
Martha tried to hold back a smile.
"Really."
"OK!"
Clark said as he hugged Martha. He looked at her again grinning broadly, with a gap where his two front teeth would be.
"All better?"
"All better. You always make everything better."Clark said with laugh, suddenly the smile was wiped off his face and he looked very serious again. "Mommy, will you always make everything better?"
"Well ... no Clark."
"Why not?"
Clark looked like he was about to cry then.
"Well, as you grow older you have to learn to fix your own problems. I won't always be able to fix them, especially when you grow up and go out into the world."
Clark tried to comprehend this then a look of realization passed over his face.
"Y-your g-going to send m-me away?" Clark started crying again.
Martha realized that Clark thought that they were going leave him and send him someplace far away like his other parents had done. She couldn't bare the thought.
"No no! Its just when children graduate from high school and college, they grow up, and they like to live on their own."
Clark paused to think about that thought.
"They WANT to leave?"
"Yes. They do."
Clark thought about that, too.
"Do I have to if I don't want to?"
"No honey, you don't."
Clark looked alot happier. Martha just laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
"Clark, why don't I call Mrs. Ross and you go see if you can help Daddy in the Barn."
Clark jumped off Martha's lap.
"OK Mommy, thank you!"
Martha watched Clark run out of the kitchen. 'I don't know how I'll let you leave, either." Martha sighed and walked to the phone, picking it up she pressed seven different numbers.
"Hello Jenny? Its Martha, I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."