Scene: kitchen table, evening meal
(Explanatory note: our children get on very well indeed and have a very jolly relationship. For example, Daughter 2 and Son frequently address each other as “Smelly” - in an purely affectionate way, you understand.)
Me:… and did you know that your dad reads my blog?
Son (surprised): You’ve got a blog? What do you write about?
Daughter 2 (patting his hand): Oh, you, I expect.
Son (cheerfully): Hmm, yes, I’ve always felt there should be a website devoted to me.