The War Room

"Hey Lulu, look at this!" Lou called out.

"Coming!" Lulu said, reaching down and getting Dil out of his little fabric chair (and she made a note to tell Didi that they REALLY needed to stop leaving Dil in that all the time; he would never learn to crawl if he was forever trapped in that; they needed to get him his own little play mat and baby pen where he could safely practice crawling and not worry about Tommy falling on him) and carried him over to the couch so she could feed him.

You know, because Lulu wasn't an idiot that let a baby starve because she easily got distracted.

"This is the first monster I ever slayed!" Lou said happily, showing her a picture of him as a tyke around Tommy's age, holding up the severed head of the Big Bad Wolf. "Them pigs were able to finally build their houses in peace..."

Tommy happily drank from his sippy cup, dreaming about killing monsters too!

~MC~MC~MC~

"This is kinda sending a message that we shouldn't let babies be competent because doing that means they can never kill monsters," Trixie pointed out.

"Listen, Tommy is already 87% likely to be actually the Doctor and they live on Gallifrey. He doesn't need to be Lou Pickles the Second."