Out of the mouths of babes

Or small boys, anyway. In the modern age.

Mrs S-E and I were having a post-prandial chat, with the last of the bottle, before the washing-up began to beckon too hard. One of our mutual friends has, together with his wife, just adopted. "Send him my regards", she said. "I'll give you his blog address and you can do it yourself", I retorted.

Master S-E, not quite having been banished to the portal of Diss that passes for his bedroom stumps up:

The world's falling to rack and ruin and you two are blogging.

Says it all, really.