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YouTube... a menace for mothers?

YouTube. Good fun, right? Harmless? A source of entertainment? A great place for Disney-related clips to keep the kids quiet for 5 minutes?

Erm....NO!

Alpha male, who spends 95% of his time surgically attached to our broadband connection, thought it would be a great idea to sit the kids in front of YouTube to check out their latest obsession. They had a great time watching Disney clips, singing along to the songs and giggling. Then he thought that while they were being quiet it would be a really good idea to go out for a quick sprint around the park. OK, they weren't home alone as I was having a well-deserved soak in the bath at the time, but they were unattended in front of a computer screen. A recipe for disaster whichever way you want to look at it.

So I'm still in the bath when a sweaty Alpha gets back (like I said, a well-deserved soak). He checks on the kids - I had an ear out and they seemed safe and uncorrupted, singing along to some hideous Disney ditty - to find that they're watching a clip of a very fat drag queen, dressed in Ariel costume, belting out the theme song as if it was in the final of the X-Factor.

The kids don't seem especially traumatised but Alpha's still in recovery.

Comments

Gorilla Bananas said…
It's good for human kiddies to learn about drag queens at an early age. They are part of life's rich tapestry.
Manhattan Mama said…
So agree in part gorilla bananas...but, I'm mostly worried for Alpha here...!
YLM said…
Gorilla - there are many things in Life's Rich Tapastry that I'm not keen on the nippers learning about - at least until their age reaches double digits!

MM - I am SO worried for Alpha!

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