Today we were cut up by two women hogging the footpath with their prams. One of them made a sarcastic "thank you" as they forced us into the bushes and pushed past us.
"When I'm pushing a pushchair I'm going to have chariot war wheels with big spikes, and then they'll have to get out of our way".
Hmmm... not too sure about the war wheels but this is a milestone. He hasn't talked about a future with a baby for a long time. Enter hope.