SEPTEMBER
Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen...
"I don't want some stupid sweet sixteen party!" a pout on her face.
"Come on sweetheart," laying her arm around her daughters shoulders. "What teenage girl doesn't want a party with all her friends, huh?"
She throws off her mother's shoulder. "I don't want one," she says again. "And if there is one, I won't show up," stomping up the stairs to her bedroom and slamming the door closed.
Clark opens the kitchen door and pokes his head through. "Is it safe to come in yet?" he asks his wife.
"Yeah," sitting down on the couch. He comes over and sits down next to her. "Did she say why she didn't want one?"
"No she didn't," she says with a sigh; resting her head on his shoulder. "I have absolutely no idea why she is so upset."
"I think I know why."
They both look up to see Jonas standing in the kitchen doorway. "What is it?" Clark asks.
"You really want to know?" coming inside and closing the door behind him.
"Of course we do," says Lois.
"I think she's upset because Michael broke up with her."
Clark and Lois both stare at him for a moment, then look at each other. "That certainly explains why she's in such a bad mood," Lois remarks.
"It sure does," Clark agreeing with her. "I'll go talk to her," getting up from the couch.
"No," pushing him back down and getting up. "I'll talk to her. After all I am her mother."
While they continue debating on the subject, Jonas takes the opportunity and climbs the stairs to Judith's bedroom. "Judy?" knocking on the door. "It's Jonas. Can I come in?"
He hears her footsteps coming closer, then stop in front of the door. She opens the door and he steps inside. She walks over to the window and sits down on the floor; her knees folded up against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He sits down next to her and doesn't say a word; having decided to wait until she was ready to say something.
"I thought he liked me," she says at last; a lone tear rolling down her face.
He puts his arm around her and gently pulls her head onto his shoulder. "I know you did."
"To find out that he broke up with me just to go out with that...that..." choking on the words.
"He's a a**hole and doesn't deserve somebody like you," softly kissing her on the top of the head.
"What does she have that I don't?" opening her eyes to look up at him.
"Well, she has the reputation of being...well..." hesitating a moment.
"Easy?" finishing his thought.
He looks down at her. "Yeah," he admits.
"And guys like that type of girl?" sniffling a little.
"Not all guys," smiling down at her.
"What about you?" she asks. "What's your type of girl?"
"You are my type of girl," still smiling at her.
"What type am I?" still looking up at him.
"You're not any one type," he tells her. "You are unique. You defy every category known to man," winking at her.
She lightly punches him on the shoulder with her fist. "You sure know how to lay on the charm," finally smiling at him.
"I am my father's son," chuckling a little. They sit there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. "So how about that party?"
"I don't know," leaning back against the wall. "I'll be the only one there without a date."
"I'll be your date."
She looks up at him again. "Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious," taking her hands in his. "Judith Ann Kent, will you be my date to your sweet sixteen party?"
She pretends to think about it for a moment. "I'd love to," smiling again at him.
"Good," pulling her back close to him. They continue to sit there for a while. "You want to know a secret?"
"What is it?" she asks; her eyes closed and her head on his shoulder.
"I can't wait to kiss the birthday girl."
Coming up next: October
Calendar Girl - Neil Sedaka
I love, I love, I love my calendar girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calendar girl
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine
(February) You're my little valentine
(March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You're the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you're on the beach you steal the show
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll give thanks that you belong to me
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year