Sir Pentious was a very protective caregiver for you, when you were in little space. He’s the only one you’ve ever told about your regression. You were a fussy little, he didn’t mind. He still took care of you, whether fussy and pouty or not. “Come on dear, itsss eight o’clock! Itss past your bedtime.” Thats when you lost it. You started fussing, refusing to go to bed “I don’t wanna go to sleep yet! I wanna continue playin!” Fortunately for you, he was calm.