When Ryan was a baby, he basically had no idea that the television existed. When he was about six months old, I introduced him to Baby Einstein, and we would sit on the floor watching the little puppets and shiny things dance about the screen to the music of Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart. But that was the extent of his tv exposure until at least toddlerhood.
Six years later, my parenting has just gone right down the toilet.
My two-month-old daughter loves to watch videos on YouTube. It started with the Muppets, but now she is watching stuff that’s more hard-core. What is this world coming to anyway, when wee little girl-babies enjoy ogling roller-skating boys in wife beater onesies?
Next thing you know, she’ll be dressing all in black and hanging out at the skate park with a bunch of boys who spit and don’t wear kneepads.
Innocence. It is lost so young these days.