Every preschooler represents another live birth and, therefore, a cosmic failure to Planned Parenthood.
Having failed to snuff the life, the puppeteers at PP MUST find a way to make that failure as miserable as possible for life, if possible. Creatures who belong to PP and denizens that support them are all dead inside. To justify their zombie-like existence, they MUST make any and every potential vessel of happiness just as dead as they are.
The father of lies goes after the children.