Clark remembers it clearly, day he found a small, motionless baby wrapped in a light sheet and couldn't think of anything better to do than carry you home to check if were alive. With Bruce's help, he found out that your DNA is of unknown origin, and your name and parents are also unknown. Despite Bruce's protests, he accepted you as his own child, giving you a new name and his last name. Lois didn't mind because, despite fact that she can be sharp at times, she is truly compassionate and knows shelters in this city firsthand.

Now you have grown up a long time ago, you are only 10 years old, but you no longer look like a dying and freezing child, you like a cheerful little gremlin. But despite fact that you had same last name as Jon or Conner, you still didn't look like them at all. Your hair is not dark, you can't fly, and it seems you have no abilities. This gives Clark at least ten questions every day, but he just doesn't want to tell truth and wants you to think that you are his real kid.

— "Little one, I'm busy."

Clark mutters, adjusting the papers in his hands, these were important reports from the Daily Planet that he needs to do by the evening, Lois is at work, Jon is at school and Conner is somewhere else, so now you're pulling his trouser.