Earlier in the week I posted about what to do if your child wants to start a blog.
And then sure enough, as night follows day, my youngest announced that he'd like to start a blog too. Why did I not see that coming?
So I explained about online privacy and why all that stuff's important - Say you became Mayor of London when you grew up, you wouldn't want people reading stuff you'd written when you were 9, would you?
He was unimpressed by this argument: Oh no, I wouldn't mind it at all.
And maybe that's how it is for kids today. They grow up with a digital footprint from day one, with no distinction between public and private life. That'll be interesting for politicians of the future.
Anyway, I've pulled rank on this one and he has indeed adopted a blogging pseudonym.
So say hello to Mr Turtle, newly in residence at The Turtle of Happiness.
I think I am starting to enjoy blogs written by children more than adult ones. Remember when people used to blog for fun, rather than the prospect of monetisation? Remember when there was no pressure on bloggers to be professional, because it wasn't a profession, just a hobby? Remember when you used to write headlines because you liked the way the words sounded together, rather than how they worked for SEO?
Obviously I won't be doing any of that stuff myself, but it's nice to know you can rely on the kids to keep standards up.
Meanwhile, in our house, we now have more blogs than people. I don't *think* the cat's got one but I wouldn't swear to it. He's very grumpy, he's certainly got the look of somebody whose broadband is playing up.