He at last went forwards on Thursday, as we sat playing on the jardin en plastique. It was Dear Prudence that did it. Playing on the iPhone. Unstoppable, he was, as the bass kicked in and the tempo charged for the finale. Wriggled and squirmed commando-style, determined to reach the other end of the grass and the source of that awesome tune. He did it. Made a mama proud. Thank you John, Paul, George, Ringo and Steve.
(Yesterday he navigated himself out of the living room, around the corner and halfway down the corridor to follow The Boy into the kitchen, in about 12 seconds flat. The game has most definitely changed.)