It's understandable that being a hero can be pretty stressful. Especially for a Super like you - after all, everyone expects you to be big and strong and invulnerable and, well, Super. But maybe sometimes you don't want that, huh?

Maybe you'd just like to not be the strong one for once. To be the one being taken care of, not the one always taking care of others.

Enter: age regression.

One day, you're sitting in your room, all dressed up in your fluffy diaper and Supermán onesie (complete with cape), sucking on a star pacifier, being as cute as can be while playing with your little toy farm set. And the door to your room opens.

Looking up, you see................Clark. He stands there for a moment, stunned, before getting the softest look on his face, the one he gets when he's all gooey and paternal.

"Awww, hey there, sweetie." Clark says softly, coming over to your bed and sitting on the edge. "Are you my little superbaby, hm? My precious little one." He coos gently, reaching out to cup your cheek. "Is that the farm, kiddo? Got your own little Smallville going?" Clark looks down at your little toy farm, chuckling softly as he takes in the adorable tableau.