Episode I Spencer Carlyle Meets FutureBoy....

Hello peoples. My name is Spencer Carlyle, and I do not sleep alone!

I don't sleep in some dark room, confined by bars, with no one else around.

I go to sleep with either my mommy or my daddy (usually mommy). When I wake up several times in the night to check, I like to make sure one of the 'rents are around by kicking at an exposed body part. It makes me feel better if a warm dutiful body is keeping me safe.

I bring this up because a few months ago I was really scared by some older kid who was staring at me in the middle of the night from outside my bedroom window. When I started screaming he disappeared, but I absolutely refused to spend another night in that room alone. Don't let the nice little polka dots fool you. This resembles a jail cell don't you think?



Well I am not going to go back in there no matter what.

And why should I? Look at the options I have instead:

This is my new bed in my new room. (the 'rents still call it the "spare bedroom" but we all know it's mine now, just look at my new pillows)



And this is my second favorite place to sleep - mommy and daddy's bed.



As you can see, there really is no need for me to go back to "the cell". I know mommy or daddy will keep me safe from any kid scaring me in the middle of the night.

Oh yeah...about that kid...

He came back recently.

Now, don't be too alarmed. He's not stalking me outside my window anymore. He acutally came in and talked to me.

Now remember, I'm like... not even two years old so if you don't use phrases I am familiar with I tend to not be able to understand you. So as this kid rushed through his explanation, very little of it went through one ear and stuck around long. Actually, he was kind of interrupting me while I was eating my mac & cheese.



What I did understand from the blabbering idiot wasn't much. But one thing he kept repeating was crib, crib, crib. Plus, he did a lot of apologizing. He hangs around alot while I'm eating and pops in while the 'rents are preparing my next bowl of mac & cheese. One funny thing about it is - if I am done eating before he gets a chance to finish talking he tells me to ask for "more". This word "more" is pretty handy. I say more and mommy or daddy goes and gets another helping of whatever I say "yes" to. Then it's another minute of really rushed apoplogizing and some kinda annoying soothing talk about...crib...blah, blah....crib. If I am not hungry for this last helping of conversation extender I just put it in one of the compartments of the high chair I sit in, or I put it on the seat next to me. If they bring me more drink I whip the cup to the floor...It makes a fun loud sound...and mommy and daddy seem to be entertained by hearing themsleves say "uh oh!".

Anyway...where was I? It turns out my new "friend" seems genuinely sorry for scaring me and just seems really concerned about getting me back to sleeping in the crib.

Oh yeah and get this...

He says he's from the future.

Really!? He just kind of gave me a big head ache with that last bombshell.



After laughing at him for a good long while, I signaled for the end of meal wiping-up with: "All done!" He left me with a book. He said it might convince me he is for real and that he would need it back.

Now I love books, especially the ones with animals or Elmo or some other Sesame Street monsters. This book made no sense to me and I have no idea why he left it for me. What a "Flux Capacitor" is I'll never know!? The thing read like a manual for a car...boring!



Whatever...

'Turns out the new visits have coincided with my dad's attempts to leave me in the crib - alone - in the dark - and while mommy is out of town. He better be trying pulling a mean joke on me.

I wonder if my new friend knew about this? And who is this kid anyway? I'm going to sleep as soon as my daddy gives in and takes me to the real bed. I guess I'll find out more next time dady refills my mac & cheese.... he better not be messin' with me.

I've had enough practical jokes for one evening. Goodnight Futureboy.