It’s not good when you look at the time and realise your kids have been binge-watching Vampirina for two solid hours. They look frazzled – almost half-dead – and you feel like the worst parent in the world. They may even develop an American accent, like my three-year-old Liberty did after too much Kiki Panda.
Children can slip into a hypnotic state within seconds of switching on the TV and have epic meltdowns when it’s turned off. But in bitesize chunks, it’s a godsend. For knackered parents, like me, who need to disengage from offspring for our own sanity, TV is a lifesaver.
