With a wearied sort of smile that said everything she didn't actually need to say out loud, Darcy still responded in kind. "To say the very least, they do," she laughed. When she'd finished running the bath water just enough to clean Conner up, she could hear Clark in the other room breaking the rules of time out by talking to Helena. She supposed she could let it slide this once, since she had heard him open with an apology.
"Clark Anthony Ainsley," he said proudly, grinning ear to ear. "Mama said I got Superman's name and Conner got Superboy. Prob'ly 'cause I'm cooler," he replied confidently, swinging his legs until he heard his mother call out that his time out was over. "K bye!" he said and slid out of the chair, making a beeline for his toys across the room.
It had been a bit more of a struggle than Darcy had been entirely prepared for to pull Conner's clothes back on, but she supposed she ought to have expected it after what the future version of Clark had said about Conner's naked phase. If he kept his clothes on long enough to avoid making her guest uncomfortable, it would likely be a miracle.
"Double trouble, these two," Darcy sighed, giving a weak sort of smile and feeling a bit badly for complaining when at least her children were still there. "Too much like their father," she added, wrinkling her nose a little. At Helena's hypothesis, Darcy laughed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. You have no idea," she replied. "I love them but, yeah, they run me ragged sometimes. Especially Clark."
The idea of having help in the form of another mother was music to Darcy's ears. Even if it was just for a few hours, the very notion that someone of the female persuasion who had had children of her own and knew how they operated was too perfect. Florence had a little experience with having Andy when he was six for those two weeks when things had been almost too much to bear. Somehow, in Darcy's head, everything came back to Clark. Florence had six-year-old Andy when Kon had died at the hands of Kal-El...and when Kal-El was switched back out for Clark Kent, he'd finally crossed the friend line and asked her out. She pushed the thought away. "Thanks, seriously. Sometimes I'm so focused on trying to make sure they have good male influences without Ethan here that I forget it's not a terrible thing to have other motherly figures, too. Not to mention, it gets a little weird talking kiddy stuff with a domestic-o-phobe or their nanny who's still practically a kid himself," she laughed. In an attempt to change the subject, Darcy gave the children a quick glance when they got quiet and then turned her attention back to Helena. "You found it okay...I was a little worried you wouldn't; we're kinda out in the boonies now," she replied with a small smile. "It's quiet. I missed that."