Lois woke up feel refreshed and in need of her morning cup of coffee that Clark would have ready for her after he had completed the mornings chores. As she walked downstairs she noticed the curtains still all drawn, Clark hadn't even been up. 'Clark' she sighed and walked upstairs to wake him, he was behind on chores as it was.

As she walked up the stairs she felt herself tutting at him for over sleeping but as she opened the door to his room she was met with the sight of her life. 'Clark?' she asked. The huge muscle farm boy was nowhere to be seen instead in his place there was a small, roughly three year old child with a mop of curly brown hair sound asleep in bed. The boy stirred but didn't wake, she was sure this was a younger Clark but needed a second opinion so she ran downstairs and rang her cousin.

As Chloe climbed the stairs she was sure Lois must have made a mistake but sure enough as she walked in there was Clark as a three year old. They were interrupted by a familiar and relieving call coming from downstairs 'Clark? Lois? I'm home, Why are the cows not been fed?' Martha shouted up the stairs. At this familiar sound young Clark woke and ran downstairs, Martha heard footsteps come racing down the stairs and new them to be those of her son but was surprised when Clark seemed to have returned to his three year old self.

'Mama' Clark shrieked and jumped into her arms as she clung to her. She stroked his head and inhaled her sons scent she missed him so much. Lois and Chloe came downstairs to this sight. Martha put Clark down and he hid behind his legs when he noticed the girls. 'What happened? How long? How? Why didn't you ring me?' She half asked half shouted. 'I woke up this morning and there he was Mrs Kent' Lois explained. Martha took her coat off and threw it onto the kitchen table. 'Ok' she sighed 'Chloe could you go up to the loft and grab me the box marked Clark. Lois could you please feed the cows, i'll start breakfast.' She said as she tried to get everyone busy so she could decipher exactly what stage Clark was at. She sat Clark in front of the telly while everyone was busy and when Chloe came in she dressed Clark in some of the first things he had worn. They fitted perfectly. She then sat him at the table and tried to get him to eat sensibly which was a chore as all he wanted to do was play with his toy rocket ship. All he could say so far was Momma so Martha guessed that it must mean he was only just three. He was also extremely shy in front of the girls choosing to sit under the table or hide behind her.

She quickly got back to her old routine cleaning up her son and letting him draw at the kitchen table whilst she talked with Chloe and Lois. 'How old is he Mrs Kent?' Chloe asked. She smiled sadly at him, 'He's just turned three, about the same age he was when we adopted him, Momma and Daddy was all he could say for a few months. He was so sweet and simple at that age.' She smiled as she fondly remembered simpler times. 'He was such a happy little thing, no cares, he was so shy it was painful but he would spend hours just giggling and running around the yard with his Daddy and we'd tuck him in at night and wouldn't let us go.' Martha smiled in memeroy then smiled as she looked across at her son giggling at the telly.

Chloe and Lois shared a sad smile knowing somewhere the happy laughing child had been mostly lost replaced with the brooding Clark that they knew. Martha gasped, 'O no I have to meet up with Senator Davis in town this afternoon to discuss housing policy, what am I going to do?' Chloe saw that she really wanted to stay. 'Mrs Kent you have to go, I'll watch Clark.' 'Could you?' Martha asked. Chloe nodded, Lois and Chloe then exited so that Martha could spend some time with her son and they could help out with farm chores which hadn't been done.

'Clark, sweetie' Martha said as she switchesd off the TV. 'Momma has to go out this afternoon so Lois and Chloe are going to look after you.' At the pout on his face she stopped and lifted his chin up. 'Hey sweetheart I am not going to be long and you'll have lots of fun.' She said smiling enthusiasticly. It was then when her little boy uttered words in such a way that broke her heart all over again. 'Want Daddy?' Clark frowned. 'Daddy's not here at the moment sweetie why don't you go draw him a picture OK?' she smiled through tear filled eyes and Clark stood up and made his way to the table where she helped him onto a seat and settled him with plenty of paper and pencils.

Martha got herself ready for her meeting as Clark started to get cranky. Chloe and Lois were sure babysitting was going to be a breeze. They soon realised however they were wrong. Martha kissed and hugged her son goodbye and left out f the kitchen door. Clark stood for a second staring at the door then turned to the girls pointing to the door and sobbed 'Momma...Moooommmmaaa...MOMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA' he was in hysterics and Lois picked him up and told him that Martha would be back but Clark was three years old, cranky, missing his Momma and not sure where his Daddy was or if he was even on the farm.

Martha had been gone an hour and to the surprise of both of them Clark had fallen asleep out of sheer tiredness from full on screaming crying. Martha walked through the down and saw her son red faced cheeks still wet asleep on the sofa with Chloe and Lois both looking equally drained. 'Thank you so much guys, I forgot how much separation anxiety he got when either me or his father left. You two go and get some rest upstairs I 'll wake you for diner' Martha let her son sleep as she got changed into more comfortable clothes and sat on the rocking chair reading the paper just as she used to do when Clark was this age before, waking for Clark to wake up for lunch and for Jonathan to come in from mornings chore ready to cheer up their son by throwing him in the air and smothering him in kisses.

As Clark started stirring she went and sat on the sofa by his head and stroked curls off his forehead carefully. He opened his eyes, beamed at her and threw her arms around her neck hugging her tightly. 'Good afternoon to you too.' she said gently as she kissed her forehead and then picked him up so that she could wash his face in the bathroom.

The rest of the evening was spent as if they had always been a family, Clark adored the silliness of Lois and loved listening to Chloe read him stories as he snuggled closer into her. Soon he began looking very sleepy so Martha took him upstairs, bathed him and put him to bed praying that tomorrow he would be back to normal.