The silliest argument on Saturday was about the best type of bookmark. The most interesting was about types of truth. Reg seemed to be on the side of scientifically verifiable things being true- he didn't, for instance, think Sherlock Holmes lives at 22b Baker Street was true, although it is, thanks.
It's spring and lovely outside. I wish Thomas would just start walking so I don't have to carry him every minute that we're outside. He's so proud of himself for taking steps but shows no inclination to actually walk.