In what must be a record, Jill Y and I didn't have an argument for the last 20 minutes. It was fun while it lasted. I'd forgotten what it was like to have a conversation without a sharp object being fired at you like a massively confused demented heat seeking missile. The ceasefire was ruined when Little Dill Y asked if he could have a phone. I'm not sure what your views are of a 5 year old having a phone and I’m not sure if I care but I don't like the idea at all. Jill Y totally approves and I'm sure she gave some valid reasons for letting him have one but The Simpson's were on so I wasn't listening to her. The arguments always start and end the same way. She has her opinion, I have the opposing view and she ends up winning. It used to really bother me in the beginning but I’m used to it now. She uses things I don't understand like logic, reason and the threat of making me sleep in a single bed. So it was decided that he would get his phone. Never one to do things by half, I went all out and got him a Nokia 88OO