“I hate you.”
Despite knowing that PJ didn’t mean it, the words still stung. “What did I supposedly do this time?” Clark asked, as his thirteen-year-old climbed into the car.
PJ shoved a folder at him.
Nonplussed, Clark opened the folder and found a Perfect Attendance Award inside. “PJ, this is wonderful.”
“No, it’s not,” PJ grumped. “That’s my seventh one.”
“And that’s not a good thing?”
PJ rolled her eyes and sighed like only a teenager could. “I’ve had perfect attendance at school. Only nerds like Sam get perfect attendance. Everyone thinks I’m a freak for not getting sick.”
“You’re not a freak,” Clark said immediately. “Lex had perfect attendance for many years.”
“I hate to break it to you, but Papa Lex is a nerd, too.”
Clark smothered a chuckle. “PJ, it’s not a bad thing to go to school everyday.”
“Yes, it is! Everyone else gets sick, and gets to stay home and watch TV and not be at school, but me.” PJ scowled. “It’s unfair. Why do I have to be punished for you and Dad having non-sick genes?”
“Because we love you, honey.”
PJ crossed her arms and slumped in her seat. “I hate you.”