Mama: That's a cricket, rubbing it's wings together, making a chirping noise.
TJ, flapping his arms: These are my wings.
Mama: Are you a cricket?
TJ: No.
Mama: Are you a bird?
TJ: No, I'm TJ!
TJ, trying to move the baby's arms: Is Juyayaya a bird?
Mama: No, she's Julia.
TJ: I want to flap her wings.