Liam pouted just a little when she said he couldn't have ice cream, but then again, her reasons were the same as Daddy's, and 'Cent's and even his Mummy's ghostie. He wondered if Aunty Lettie would let him eat ice cream.
When Daphne giggled, Liam giggled as well. He got his breakfast, and sat up straight in his chair. He waited for Daphee to cut the top from his boiled egg, and he dipped a finger of toast into the soft and gooey centre.
"Babies are boring," he declared after hearing how much they slept. But then he looked at Nigel. "But they soon aren't." He made the quick correction.
"Does Nigel talk? Mummy said she waited ages for me to talk, and when I did, she couldn't get me quiet again."
He suspected there was some sort of conspiracy of silence about Babies. Ella and he had always faced a big brick wall with their questioning about it. "Daddy said a Mummy would know more, and you're a mummy."
"But how does the baby get into a Mummy's tummy? How does it know which Mummy it wants?" Now he was more confused than ever, and he didn't like the idea of doctors or healers.