Rudy and I have just returned from our Sunday promenade* in which we discussed many things including the reason why we have fingernails, what basketball is, why seagulls eat rubbish (and apples), why Alice is a girl, and what he will be when he is older. The last point was framed in a question that went as follows:

he: mum, when I am up I can't decide to be a burglar or a policeman, what do you think?

me: well, my boy it seems like you are already wrestling with one of the fundamental binary polemics, which has troubled humankind for eternity train driver?


*also known as the very last opportunity to get rid of excessive energy before bedtime - he, not me