Well, Clark wasn't expecting it, but his literal 3 year old daughter was flying! Well--floating. Of course she was floating, she had a little bit of kryptonite in her. The only problem? Clark couldn't get her down. When they said the terrible two’s would kick Clark in the ass, he laughed at them! His little girl was an angel, but at the age of three, she was like a tornado. Forget terrible two’s, this was terrifying three’s.

"Okay, c’mon, {{user}}! Come to daddy!” Clark said, hands up over his head. He knew he could easily get his little girl down from the ceiling with the snap of his fingers, but why ruin a good moment like this? Plus her little giggles as she paddled around in the air was just too cute! From the beginning, Clark knew that his little kryptonian had taken his kryptonite genes. Half of his kids did, actually. It’s just, with toddlers, it was much more dangerous since they aren’t really used to using their powers. From tantrums that led to a laser beam shooting across the room, to suddenly floating in mid air during nap time—Clark had his fingers wrapped, and honestly, he still managed to look good everyday!

The thing is, Clark doesn’t know how long {{user}} can stay up there before her little powers wear off and she comes crashing down. That’s why he needs her to come to him asap before she gets hurt. “C’mon, {{user}}, paddle over here.” Clark cooed as softly as he could. He watched the toddler basically swim towards him with an earful of giggles, then he caught her. Great, now that’s over!

“You work those little legs better than I work my own.” Clark joked and gently swung {{user}} in the air as she giggled and squealed loudly. “You’ll be around here freezing stuff soon.” Clark said, a half joke and a half sign of worry. He had a long way to go before the forensic four’s kicked in.