I want a blog

B has been peering over my shoulder. He wants to know what a blog is. I mumble on a bit and he says

'So, Mummy, it's the story of your life, isn't it?'

'Ah, well, yes I suppose it is'

'I want a blog'

'What?' I exclaim, this from B who does not have two words to rub together, what could he possibly have to say?

At this point his father intervenes and points out that before B can write to the world on his own personal blog, he had better get practising writing with a p-e-n and reading a b-o-o-k, so B is temporarily beaten back, telling me over his shoulder as he is dragged off not to use any rude words on my blog or he will be prevented from accessing it by his parental control filter.