Skip to main content

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...!
Kate B. 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!

Popular posts from this blog

The Grim Reaper

Firstborn is obsessed with death. It started with the odd comment, such as; "Mummy, what happens when you die?" OK, I thought, I was expecting this at some point, what a cute little curious brain she has. So I trotted out all the cosy Heaven stuff and left out all the things that could worry her, such as worms and bones and holes in the ground. This went down pretty well, although somehow Firstborn made the jump from my view of Heaven (filled with love, joy, always warm, never rains, has a huge discount designer shoe outlet and I never have to pay my Visa bill) to her own view of Heaven; a wonderous place where small girls don't have to eat their vegetables before they're allowed pudding, and where Barbie dolls grow on trees. Anyway, I digress. Last week Firstborn started shouting "Kill! Kill!" in a bloodthirsty tone while bashing her hithero-beloved teddy against the wall. This was topped by her purposely flushing her favourite My Little Pony down the loo. ...

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

A friend recently emailed me to say that her big memory of her stay with us last year is that she had a great birthday, one of the few where she didn't 'act like a spoiled grumpy princess'. She tried to give me all the credit but as I explained to her, it was all down to having a fellow female organising the birthday fun rather than leaving it to her partner. Her email got me thinking about birthdays and how very different men and women are in their attitudes to celebrating special occasions. It also had me thinking about my birthday two years ago when I threw a major tantrum in the Carrefour car-park after being told that we were off to do the weekly shop, kids in tow, which was simply the final straw at the end of a very uninspiring day. In contrast, my birthday last year was rather lovely (a morning on my own in a spa with no mobile coverage, pure selfish bliss). This year - in a few short months, eek! - I'll be hitting the grand old age of 38. This will be my las...