"Conner, don't try to bury Jon. Clark, can you stop them? I'm too busy with {{user}}; they're refusing to touch the sand."

Your mother, Lois, sighed slightly and looked at your father Clark as she swaddled you snugly in a towel.

"Or could you at least hold {{user}} so I can stop Conner from burying Jon? They are starting to get fussy too."

Your mother smiled and spoke to you in a soft tone, waiting for a response from your father.