"It was an icky baby coming out of icky parts!"

"You don't like babies?"

"They're icky," she declares.

"Eh, they're alright," a William says.

"See, he knows what's up. And you were a baby once."

"And icky," she insists.

"Wait, you were born today. So logically you're still a baby!"

"What's logic got to do with anything?"

"You are a day old, and people who are a day old are babies." She pats Lilly on the head.

"No, babies are small icky gooey things, it has nothing to do with how old you are."

"Rrrrraaaah!" cries Charles as he tackles Moira.

"And that means Hannah's your mummy!" she says while wrestling around with Charles. 

"No she's not, she's, like, a surrogate mom at most."

"Cause she carried you inside her?"

"Yeah."

Hannah giggles. "I'm so proud of my babies."

"Not a baby," Lilly insists.

"Kind of a baby," William muses.

"Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Charles cries.

"This one thinks he's a dinosaur."

Tackle!

Head butt!

He growls and runs after her.

She holds him in a head lock. 

He throws himself (and her) to the ground.

"I concede."

"Hah! I win!"

"Feels good, don't it?"

"Yes!"