Maybe, heh. Bein' able to breeze through the terrible twos, puberty, all that awkward teenage shit... wish I could'a signed up for that. Puberty kicked my ass.

[He stepped behind her and didn't care where they were; he brought his arms around her and settled his chin atop her head. A palm settled on her baby bump.]

We'll give 'em as many good growin'-up memories as we can.