That morning, Martha had to admit, her motherly instincts were a little at lost for breakfast choices. So far, Clark had eaten pancakes, slowly and carefully, as if it wasn't what it seemed. Jonathan was already out on the farm, either baling hay or fixing a fence.
Humming to herself, she looked at the clock. It was 8 AM, and she and Jonathan had agreed to wake Clark up so that he'd be able to take a nap later in the day. Walking up the stairs to Clark's room, she peeked her head in. The floor was cluttered with toys, and shirts and jeans. Hanging from the ceiling, there was a collection of airplanes. The boy had immediately fell in love with them at the store, tugging on her shirt and pointing at the red and blue plastic flying machines.
The bed was twin sized, and the blankets were also red and blue, with a pale blue pillow and white sheets. In the middle of the bed lay Clark, curled up in the blankets and mouth slightly agape in his soft breathing.
Smiling, she walked over to him, and stroked his hair lightly. At the touch, one blue eye opened, and then the next. After a moment, a sleepy smile appeared on the boy's face.
"Good morning, sweetheart. Ready for some breakfast?" Martha asked softly. Clark nodded and sat up, raising his arms slightly. She picked him up, and he lay his chin on her shoulder, breathing a sigh of content within seconds.
She walked him to the bathroom, and helped him change out of his pajamas and into a little red shirt and jeans. He yawned widely, and once again raised his arms.
"Eventually, you're going to have to walk, little guy." Martha smiled, not annoyed at the least. In fact, when she had this child in her arms, she couldn't be happier.
After she'd placed Clark in his seat, she set out 3 plates and forks, and gave Clark a cup of orange juice, which he drank greedily.
Placing 2 pancakes on Clark's plate, Martha opened the screen door and called out, "Jonathan! Breakfast!" before she continued setting the table with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. When Jonathan came in, he planted a kiss on Martha's cheek and ruffled Clark's hair.
"Morning, buddy." he smiled, before grabbing the orange juice carton and taking a swig.
"Jonathan! There is a cup near your plate!" Martha scolded.
"Martha, even Clark thinks that this is the right way to do it," Jonathan said, glancing at his son, who was giggling and clapping his hands.
Martha slapped Jonathan lightly on the arm before taking the orange juice from him and pouring more for Clark and Jonathan.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting at the table and eating, Clark eating little pieces of pancakes and bacon, but he refused to eat more than 2 bites of scrambled eggs.
"Okay, sweetie, you don't have to," Martha said, giving up when he pressed his lips tightly and frowned.
Suddenly, before anyone could move, Clark glanced up sharply at the lights that hung above the table, eyes widening when a large blue ball started to roll off, and he was powerless when it started to fall….
Right into the bowl of scrambled eggs, splattering all 3 of them with the pale yellow food. Clark laughed so hard Martha thought he'd pass out. Jonathan stared at the blue ball in the bowl, wiping off his face with a napkin.
"What just happened?" Jonathan asked, as Martha went over to Clark and started cleaning him off.
"I think Clark left that toy up there," Martha said, chuckling. "Don't look so shocked, Jonathan. You'd be amazed how hard little kids can throw."
Clark just continued to smile, even as Martha wiped eggs off his nose.
Then, he got up out of his chair, and walked over to Jonathan, and tried to climb up on his lap. Jonathan lifted Clark to his lap, and Clark hugged him tightly.
Jonathan glanced at Martha and grinned. "I could get used to this."