Ole Maconul

You know the ones I’m on about, those crazy Nursery rhymes which every Tom, Dick and Harry seem to have mixed for our ‘viewing pleasure’ on You Tube. The classics are not so classic anymore, however; they seem to have been mixed with Bhangra, heavy drum n’ bass beats or dance-electro-house chords. Especially when exhaustion hits at the end of a manic day, I find myself laughing out loud to some of them, much to the amusement of my jam-covered toddler.

I’ve got to say, Baby Shark, do, do, do, do, do is a firm favourite at the moment. Well, for my LO it is. For me, it’s become the theme tune to various daily routines, regardless of whether or not I’m actually with my child. ‘Brush the dog, do, do, do, do, do,’ or ‘Let’s buy cake, do, do, do, do, do,’ both made their appearances today.

I must admit, naively, that I announced – very proudly – throughout my pregnancy that my baby wouldn’t be watching TV. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? Sometimes, it gets to 6pm and I have nothing left to give: nothing, so popping the crazy-ass nursery rhymes on the laptop literally saves my skin.

When my toddler bangs the table where he knows the laptop is and orders, ‘Ole Maconul,’ as some God-given baby imperative, I admit I do feel a little guilty.

However, is it hindering his academic progress or impacting negatively on his concentration? To be honest, I couldn’t give two-hoots. Without his 30 minute You Tube stint most nights, I’d have crumbled by now.

One of my LO’s little mates already has his own tablet, which he carries everywhere with him, skipping adverts and adjusting the volume when he wants. He’s just turned two.

We can’t judge mothers and their choices, but knowing about moderation and balance is key to the upbringing of today’s technological youth.

Whatever my thoughts are on TV time for children, my son still adores singing along to my attempt at Old MacDonald. I may not be quite as good and flashy as my You Tube counterparts, but I’m not far off.