a mother and her son

[sergebroom]

"Did it bother you when I stopped going to services with you?"

"Clark, you were fourteen. Old enough to make your own decisions in that regard."

"I know, but... Did I disappoint you -- or offend you?"

"No. Not one bit. Clark, you could never disappoint me --"

"Except for melting that vase from Paris. And crashing thru the weather vane."

"And you would bend all the utensils in the house every time I made liver... Clark, my faith was my own. I brought it into your life so that you could have a foundation for making your own choices... I certainly think you've made good ones..."

(This exchange between Clark and Martha Kent is one of the reasons I've come back to reading Superman. I had always loved the character, but was never quite happy with how he was handled.)

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I like liver!

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

That explains a few things about you. Heheheh... Anyway, Clark could chew on tempered steel and who know what else, but that doesn't keep him from hating the taste of liver.

"Tempered steel? Taste just like chicken."

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I thought tempered steel tasted more like fish.