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