Life with superheroes

In the kitchen of Mike's house, Clark was happily eating a plate of roast pork. When he noticed Mike smiling and watching him, he hesitated for a moment, then found the smallest piece of meat from the bowl and brought it to Mike's mouth with a fork.

Mike shook his head, his fork moving playfully, and with a teasing smile, said, "I'll take one myself."

Clark pushed the plate of meat closer, watching as Mike picked up the largest piece. As Mike was about to eat it, Clark's little grease-stained mouth widened in anticipation. "Dad, is it good?" Clark asked eagerly.

"I haven't eaten it yet!" Mike replied.

"I'll taste it for you!" Clark offered.

"You'll eat it for me?" Mike pretended to think, then pulled a face and said, "No way!"

With that, Mike dramatically shoved the piece of meat into his mouth, exaggerating, "Wow, it's delicious!"

Clark looked like he was on the verge of tears, feeling defeated.

"Hahahaha!" Mike laughed heartily at Clark's expression.

Clark glared at him, but then, with a mischievous smile, he shoved the forkful of meat into Mike's mouth.

Surprised, Mike touched Clark's head, feeling a warmth in his heart. This boy hadn't been raised in vain.

"Take your time eating. Daddy's going to wash the dishes." Mike got up, cleared the plates, and headed to the kitchen. As he reached the door, he turned back. "Don't just eat the meat!" he called.

Clark grinned sheepishly and stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth as Mike watched. But as soon as Mike turned away, Clark spat it into the trash.

"Clark, it's not right to waste food."

Clark stared wide-eyed at Mike. How did his dad know? He hadn't even looked back!

"Oh, I know!" Clark said loudly, but instead of more broccoli, he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth. Then, with a resigned look, he stuffed the vegetable into his mouth too, chewing quickly and swallowing in one big gulp.

Soon after, Clark finished his lunch. Carrying his plate and bowl, he jumped off his chair and ran to the kitchen.

A few moments later, Mike finished tidying up. He picked up Clark, who had been helping by staying out of the way, and headed upstairs.

By the time they reached Clark's room, the little boy, who had a habit of napping, was already nodding off.

Placing Clark gently on the bed, Mike said, "Daddy's going out. Don't run around when you wake up."

"Okay, Daddy, come back soon," Clark mumbled sleepily, closing his eyes.

Mike covered him with a blanket and quietly left the room.

After lunch, Clark usually slept for an hour, so Mike decided to use that time to prepare a surprise. Tomorrow was Clark's first day of kindergarten, and Mike needed to buy a few things for him.

Locking the door, Mike drove to town. He already knew what to get: a school bag, paintbrushes, erasers...

Though he left Clark at home alone, Mike couldn't help but worry. But it was only a forty-minute round trip, and Clark would sleep for an hour—there shouldn't be any accidental mishaps, like Clark fighting off a burglar, right?

Muttering under his breath, Mike pressed the gas a little harder.

Meanwhile, in Clark's room.

The moment Mike's car pulled away, Clark opened his eyes, rolling happily across the bed. He got up, pulled out a pile of toys from under his bed, and began playing.

Sometimes, he didn't want to nap, so he pretended to sleep like people on TV. Then, when Mike left, he would play quietly on his own.

"I am the messenger of justice! Red Skull must die!" Clark whispered dramatically, holding a toy in one hand.

In his other hand, he clutched a Captain America figure, and the two toys collided mid-air in an epic battle.

Thinking about the stories his dad had told him, Clark couldn't help but feel excited.

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