A/N: While of course I can't be completely certain that they'll still have Saturday Night Live in twenty years, I think it's a fairly safe bet that some version of it will exist. ;) Also, this is Chapter 20...w00t! To be honest, when I started this I wasn't sure if I'd reach Chapter Ten.

By the time Jack finally got out of bed on Sunday morning, Carly was already dressed and in the process of feeding Erika some oatmeal. She had let him sleep in...after all, it's not every night that one hosts Saturday Night Live for the first time; the first episode of the season no less. He hadn't gotten home until after 2 A.M.

In lieu of even a "Good morning," the first thing out of Jack's mouth was, "So?" as he sat down. Carly was slightly nonplussed.

"Uh...what do you mean?"

"So...what are people saying? About how I did?"

"Oh! Why don't you look it up?"

"Because I want you to look it up."

"Now don't tell me you're nervous!"

"No, of course not!" Jack said defensively. He gave it a bit of thought, and conceded, "Okay, maybe. A bit."

"Well, let me finish with Erika first," Carly said. Technically, Erika was old enough to start feeding herself, but she was more interested in playing with the spoon than using it to eat with. She was apparently bored with eating for now, since she let the most of the hot cereal dribble out of her mouth and onto her chin. After four tries, Carly gave up. That little girl was even more stubborn than Jack..if such a thing was even possible.

"Hang on, I'll get the computer set up," she told Jack, who scooted his chair towards her to look over her shoulder. In the time it took to get the laptop turned on, Erika dipped her hand in the oatmeal bowl and sucked on it contentedly. Carly decided she'd have to let that one slide, since she had to focus all of her attention on searching for reviews. She was better at reading English than she was at speaking it, but it still took her a while to figure it out. Additionally, Jack was sitting so close behind her that he was breathing on her, which made concentration that much more difficult.

"Ah, this looks like the right thing!" she finally said brightly. Then she added to Erika, "I don't think that spoon is supposed to go on your head."

Carly retrieved the spoon with one hand while scrolling down the page with the other.

"Okay, what are they saying...? Hey, this looks pretty positive!"

"Really?" Jack asked eagerly. Then he caught himself and said, "Well, of course I knew that already."

"Sure you did," Carly teased as she looked for more information.

"So...I think it says that they liked how you kept a straight face through the whole thing. And they thought the intro sketch was funny." That had been the part where a cast member walked on stage in a very frilly women's hat, and Jack yelled that the guy had stolen it from him. Carly had liked that too, even if she couldn't understand all of the dialogue.

"Ugh...I hated doing that part," Jack griped. He did look considerably less tense, though.

"Well, you didn't show it!" replied Carly. Then she shot a glance at Erika, only to find that the oatmeal-encrusted spoon had returned to its jaunty perch on Erika's head.

"Maybe she wants to wear her hair around it like Aki used to wear that hair clip," Jack quipped.

Carly smiled and said, "Maybe you should try doing that, and see if it becomes a new fashion!"

Jack looked thoughtful, so Carly quickly told him, "That was a joke, you know."

Meanwhile, Jack had finally worked up enough courage to click on an article by himself. He scanned it and frowned.

"This guy says that he couldn't understand my accent!" he said reproachfully.

"There's always going to be someone who has to complain about something. I don't think it matters much. Just be happy that...NO, ERIKA!"

It was too late. Erika had overturned the half-full bowl of oatmeal onto her head like a hat, and looked very smug as the mess spread all over her hair and face.

"Buh!" she proclaimed proudly.

"Yes, that is a bowl," Carly ground out as Jack bit back a smile. "And now you're going to get a bath. Which also begins with a "B" in English. Jack, stop laughing."

Maybe, she thought as she lifted the toddler out of her high-chair, Erika should have been the one to host the show.