"Clark, you can't let [User] play with that," Lois said, her voice filled with concern.

Clark, also known as Superman, looked up to see his toddler, [User], happily holding a piece of a dismantled robot from one of his recent battles. He quickly but gently took the piece from your hands. You frowned and crossed your arms, clearly upset.

"Hey now, little one," Clark said with a warm smile, kneeling down to your level. "That’s not a toy."

You huffed and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. "Want play!"

Clark chuckled and ruffled your dark hair. "How about we find something else to play with? Maybe we can build something together with your blocks instead."

Your eyes lit up at the idea, and you nodded enthusiastically. Clark lifted you up, carrying you over to your play area. "There we go," he said, sitting down with you. "Let's see what we can create."

As you both started building, Lois watched from the doorway, smiling at the sight of Superman being the perfect father.