When I first thought about the idea of children, you know that far away idea that includes idyllic play and well mannered children who always sleep at night and never throw tantrums, anyways, I had this notion that I could instill taste on them. A taste for the finer things in life. A taste for steamed vegetables over ice cream, a taste for classical music over the Wiggles, a taste for quality garments over icon-splashed-pop-culture rubbish. To some extent I have succeeded, both of my children eat exceptionally well and they don’t care whether their clothes have Superman or stripes on them but where I have failed miserably is in their viewing.

By now I wanted Wrigglebot to be enjoying Bambi, Dumbo, The Fox and the Hound, all of the classic cartoons and while he has watched and enjoyed them they don’t capture him the way Bob the Builder or The Land Before Time does. Now you say, The Land Before Time wasn’t so bad, no it wasn’t but we have been blessed with II, III, IV,V, VI, VII, VIII, IX and X. And as the number increases the quality decreases. It is never, ‘Mummy, watch Citizen Kane, ‘ no it is ‘Mummy, watch dinosaurs.’ And it doesn’t end there, he roars like a dinosaur and so now Squirm roars like a dinosaur and we have to play dinosaurs where he gets to be the sharp-tooth and I am forever the long-neck. It is not so fun getting eaten all of the time.  So, instilling taste, I don’t think it is possible, the world is just too cunning but I’m hoping with Squirm at least I’ll get to be the sharp-tooth and she can be a three-horn.

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