We do an anti-round robin, along the lines of:
DC1 actually has a job and hasn't begged for money for some months. We needed a gin and a sit down when we realised this.
DC2 actually did some homework unprompted recently, and has spent 10,000 hours on Minecraft this year. He can now produce virtual reality meals and has experimented with what happens if you turn the ethical controls off in your virtual life. He can also now swear in four languages. We are not sure whether to be impressed or not.
DC3 is rarely seen as he plays out the front with his mates all day, every day. We assume he is still alive and has not gone too feral. His tea is still here and has gone very cold, and somewhat furry.
DC4 was recently discovered under an upturned bookcase covered with DVDs. Two realisations came out of that. Firstly, he can now climb. Secondly, his mother's DIY skills leave something to be desired.
We tried to have a holiday this year but it was so wet and cold we wondered why we bothered, especially the day we could not see our hands in front of our faces in August.
We had a dramatic flood in the sitting room this year and the ceiling nearly collapsed as water poured through. We blamed DC2 and his epic showers, but then realised it was the fault of the builders. He has just about forgiven us.
And so on ...