Thomas shows his true colors

We were on the way to see friends in Lanchester (the photo isn't from the same day, but you get the idea--that's Thomas's pal, Lili), and the usual chatter floated up from the back seat. Everyone seems to have something to say these days. Iain's mind is full of the Great Agon, good vs evil, on a cosmic scale. He is constantly battling  an evil emperor of some sort or another. Anna talks about friends from school, or scenes from her favorite films.

On this occasion, however, Thomas had the floor, as it were. With Thomas, one never knows whether it will be battles or football that will capture his imagination. But usually, it's pretty easy to guess where his tales are headed.

Not this time. 'When I'm a little older', he began, 'I will write some books'. He went on to explain that, when he had written them, he would take them outside ('on a sunny day, so they won't get wet'); he would write the titles on them, and the prices. And when he had sold them, and collected the money, then what?

'I will keep some of the money for myself', he explained. 'And I'll give the rest to people who don't have any.'

I'm still smiling.