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Author's Note: It's very difficult for the Kents to raise a child who doesn't speak the language; just a bunch of random fluff pieces about Jonathan, Martha, and their newly adopted son. The purpose of this is purely baby Clark fluff.

Martha knew there was something wrong with Clark as soon as she took him inside the house; he was holding both hands to his stomach, and he felt warm.

"No wonder you're crying, honey! You feel sick!" Martha exclaimed as she set her toddler son upon the couch. She pulled his little sneakers off, covered him with a blanket, and assured him she would be right back. Clark, of course, didn't understand. As soon as his mother left the room, he began to cry harder.

"Mommy's right here, Clark!" Martha exclaimed as she entered the living room again, handing her son a sippy cup she had filled with ginger ale. "For your tummy," she told her son. "You just drink your ginger ale, and Mommy is going to take your temperature."

Clark calmed down as he drank from his sippy cup. Martha dabbed at his wet eyes with a tissue as she slid the thermometer behind her son's ear.

After a few minutes, Martha slid the thermometer out from behind Clark's ear. That's strange, she thought to herself as she gazed at the readout. A few minutes ago, her son had felt as if she was burning up, but according to the thermometer, Clark's temperature was perfectly normal.

Martha gazed at her son in confusion. Clark sipped away at his ginger ale, looking at his mother as if nothing was wrong.

"I know it seems strange, Jonathan, but that's what happened," Martha told her husband later. Clark was up in his room taking his afternoon nap, and Jonathan was in the kitchen drinking a glass of lemonade. "I was playing in the sandbox with him, and he started to cry. I thought that something had scared him, but there was nothing in there that could have, and then I saw that he was holding his stomach. So I thought he was sick."

"But he wasn't sick after all," Jonathan added. He and Martha had been over the story a few times. He sighed. "I don't know, Martha. Maybe he did see something that scared him, and when Clark's afraid, he feels ill."

"There was nothing in the sandbox except for a piece of meteor rock!"

"Maybe the meteor rock frightened him. After all, it's very unusual to see a rock that's glowing green. It's not natural, so it frightened him. The best we can do is get rid of the meteor rock and see if his fear goes away."

Martha sighed. She sounded upset. "I don't know, Jonathan. I love Clark so much, but it's so hard to help him sometimes, because he doesn't understand most of what we're saying. It's difficult to take care of him when we can't communicate with him."

"It's okay, Martha," her husband soothed her. "He's learning. Just give him time."

Martha took a sip of her lemonade and reached for her husband's hand. Jonathan and Martha held hands for a moment, and then they heard a little coo behind them. Turning around, they saw Clark idling by the kitchen door in his afternoon nap wear of a t-shirt and Pull-Ups.

"Hi there, little guy!" Jonathan exclaimed, going over to the doorway and taking his son in his arms. Clark grasped his arms around his father's neck and lovingly squeezed him. "Have a nice sleep?"

"Daaaaa," Clark replied, reaching for his father's hair. He ran his hands through his father's blonde locks.

"That's right, honey!" Martha beamed, rushing over to her son. "I think he's trying to say 'Daddy,'" she whispered to her husband.

"Eeeee?" Clark asked his mother. He was eyeing the kitchen table.

"Of course we can 'Eeeee,'" Martha smiled. "You need something to tide you over until dinnertime, don't you, Clark? How about a nice apple? Mommy will cut one up for you."

Jonathan deposited his son into his little booster seat at the kitchen table. "See, honey?" he asked his wife gently. "He's learning. Everything's going to be all right. He knows 'Eeeee,' and 'Slee,' and pretty soon, he'll know Mommy and Daddy."