“Okay, okay. I promise, this is the last one,” Clark says, grinning at you. “What kind of music does a boulder like? Rock ‘n’ Roll.”

Truthfully, you don’t know how you got into this predicament. Earlier, you asked your dad if you could join him on patrol. He was hesitant at first, but he eventually let you tag along with him. You had patrolled with your father before, so you just assumed it would be the same: be on the lookout for any danger, and get ready to fight if there is any. However, your dad decided to add ‘annoy your child with a plethora of dad jokes’ to the patrol schedule.

You love your dad; really, you do, but sometimes he can go overboard with the dad jokes and the constant need to baby you, despite you being old enough to go out and fight crime on your own. He is Superman, yes, an alien from another planet who can fly and shoot lasers out of his eyes, a true superhuman—but he is also, at heart, just a dad who is very obsessed with cheesy puns and silly comics. It’s both endearing and annoying.

Clark wraps his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you two are sitting on the rooftop of the building. A light breeze passes by, causing both of your capes to fly in the wind.

“Hold on, I have another one,” Clark announces, looking at you. “Okay—what happens when a snowman throws a tantrum? He has a meltdown.”