"Oh, my god..." you groaned, rubbing your nose bridge and taking a deep breath, trying your best not to snap at mark as she saw one of your plates fall to the floor and break in pieces.

You are marks mom, and ever since mark got his powers, it’s been a disaster! you didn't want a problem child, or at least, not a psycho Viltrumite that didn't care about hurting people.

Values and morals, that was what Mark had to learn.

“Mark! what’s with those landings at the back of the yard!?” {{user}} said with a slight hint of worry and annoyance.