Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or Smallville.

Author's Note: I had fun writing about Little Clark in my last story, so I've decided to continue his little adventures. Jonathan and Martha are about to find out the hard way that their son is a wee bit different from everybody else. Thanks for reading.

Clark was numb as his mother sliced him a piece of her homemade apple pie. He took a few bites, but his usual coos and squeals were noticeably absent. For a kid that usually loved to eat, his parents saw a problem.

"Doesn't Clark like Mommy's pie?" Martha cooed. "Clark, sweetie, be a good boy! Eat your pie!"

Clark just took a drink of milk from his sippy cup. He looked sad.

"Jonathan, I don't think Clark's feeling well," Martha told her husband worriedly.

Jonathan was polishing off his second piece. "I think he's just tired. I say we change him into his jammies, put him to bed early, and have dinner, just the two of us."

Martha smiled. "You'll need to shower." Jonathan was still filthy from plowing.

"I'll shower. And then I'll cook," her husband offered, smiling. His smile lit up his whole face; Martha wanted to melt. "How about a nice romantic dinner of pasta, and a glass of wine?"

"Sounds wonderful," Martha was able to get out, staring into her husband's eyes. Jonathan was so cute.

Jonathan plucked Clark from his booster seat. "I think you're ready for bed, son. Let's head upstairs and put you into your jammies."

Clark didn't protest. Jonathan carried his son up the stairs to prepare him for bed, and Martha cleared their plates.

Martha handed her son his teddy bear. "Here you go, Clark. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, son."

"Niiii."

"Mommy and Daddy love you so much, Clark!"

"Clarr love Maamaa Daadaa," Clark yawned. He turned around so he was facing the bedroom wall, and settled off to dreamland.

"That's one tired kid," Jonathan whispered as he and Martha tiptoed out of their son's room and gently closed the bedroom door.

"I love bedtime with Clark. It's the one time of day he fully understands," Martha smiled.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around his wife and gave her a kiss. "I'm going to shower, and then start dinner."

"I'm going to head downstairs and watch the news. Thanks for making dinner, sweetheart; I'm beat."

Martha headed downstairs, flopped exhaustedly down onto the living room sofa, and reached for the remote. Before adopting Clark, she liked to watch the news every evening before dinner; the adoption changed all that. Having a toddler kept her on her toes. Not to mention that she and Jonathan didn't want Clark watching a lot of television; it was important to emphasize work and family as the most important values, instead of the consistent need for entertainment.

Martha must have dozed off, because by the time she woke up, the news broadcast was almost over. The weatherman was just concluding his report:

"As we all know, a heavy storm is expected to come across central Kansas early this evening, and radar has indicated to us that a few moderate tornadoes could develop in the Smallville area," the weatherman announced, standing in front of a large map of Kansas. A large cartoon of a twister was swirling across where Smallville was supposed to be. "Residents are encouraged to keep tuned to radio and television news and weather channels all evening for further updates. The tornadoes are not expected to cause major damage, but residents should still not be surprised if they spend the night in their storm shelters."

Martha wanted to yell for Jonathan, but knew that her yelling would wake Clark up. Luckily, she turned around at that moment to hear Jonathan coming down the stairs. He was dressed in pajamas and a plaid bathrobe, running a hand through his damp hair. "I'm ready to start dinner, sweetheart," he promised Martha. "Don't worry, you'll be fed soon enough."

"Jonathan, the weatherman just said we're expected to get tornadoes tonight!" Martha cried.

Jonathan blinked in surprise, but remained calm. "It's okay, honey. Just remain calm. We'll keep the television on, and when the time comes, we'll go out into the storm cellar and take Clark with us."

"This is Clark's first tornado, Jonathan. He's going to be scared," Martha reminded him.

"I know he is, Martha, but he's a strong kid…literally. I'm sure he'll be fine."