Before Noah could hug Nancy, Clark grabbed her hand and shook it. "Mom," he said. Do you want uncle Noah to hug you? Why do you want him to hug you? Can't you hug me instead?" The boy was jealous, but because he had an immature face, he looked lovely.
Nancy gently squeezed his small face. "I feel a little uncomfortable," she explained patiently. "So, I don't have enough strength to hug you anymore. When I recover, I can hold you again. Is that okay?"
"I can hug you, Mom." After speaking, Clark reached out his hands to hug Nancy. He stretched his arms as far around her as he could and buried his face in her stomach.
Nancy was amused. She kissed her son on the cheek and said, "Clark, when you grow up when I am too old to walk, will you help me?" She hoped that Clark would grow up quickly. Once he was a real man, no one would be able to bully him.
