Week 15 - Share a Halloween memory
When he was six, Clark wanted to be Robin Hood. He watched the Disney movie day and night, practiced the jousting moves, and ran around the fields chasing after imaginary bandits. And they never got away.
Naturally, when Halloween rolled around, a request was put in to me for a festive green costume of the Robin Hood persuasion and I was more than happy to oblige. I spent weeks working on it, in between wrangling Clark down for a nap and hosing mud off his tiny body, and finally finished it the night before. I sent him upstairs with his father to try it on and when Jonathan led him down the stairs to show the costume off, I damn near melted into a puddle on the floor.
Never in my life had I seen a sight so precious. All dressed in green, with his pointy little hat and the dull wooden sword Jonathan had made him. And of course wearing that adorable and mischievous smile I’d come to look forward to every day.
Despite my many protestations, Clark insisted upon wearing the costume to bed that evening, though sleep was hard to come by in anticipation of the big night to come. Yes, he wore it to bed…and to breakfast…and to lunch. It was lunch that did it. The chicken nuggets went well enough, and it wasn’t until the macaroni and cheese that we had a problem on our hands. A problem that landed right in his little lap.
I tried everything to get out the massive stain. Everything I knew everything my mother-in-law had taught me, every trick in the book. But somehow nothing did the job. I had never seen Clark cry like that before. So utterly devastated, so heartbroken. It broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces just to see him like that. Inconsolable.
This way.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 555
Naturally, when Halloween rolled around, a request was put in to me for a festive green costume of the Robin Hood persuasion and I was more than happy to oblige. I spent weeks working on it, in between wrangling Clark down for a nap and hosing mud off his tiny body, and finally finished it the night before. I sent him upstairs with his father to try it on and when Jonathan led him down the stairs to show the costume off, I damn near melted into a puddle on the floor.
Never in my life had I seen a sight so precious. All dressed in green, with his pointy little hat and the dull wooden sword Jonathan had made him. And of course wearing that adorable and mischievous smile I’d come to look forward to every day.
Despite my many protestations, Clark insisted upon wearing the costume to bed that evening, though sleep was hard to come by in anticipation of the big night to come. Yes, he wore it to bed…and to breakfast…and to lunch. It was lunch that did it. The chicken nuggets went well enough, and it wasn’t until the macaroni and cheese that we had a problem on our hands. A problem that landed right in his little lap.
I tried everything to get out the massive stain. Everything I knew everything my mother-in-law had taught me, every trick in the book. But somehow nothing did the job. I had never seen Clark cry like that before. So utterly devastated, so heartbroken. It broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces just to see him like that. Inconsolable.
This way.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 555