Potty parenting

My baby girl is wearing a curious combination of a flowery vest that is slightly too big for her over a pair of tights. Nothing else.

She is in her swing chair and, worst of all, she is watching the snooker.

It can only mean one thing: Daddy's in charge.

"I don't want her watching TV."

"But she likes it, look," said Mr F, cracking open a beer and reclining on the sofa.

Annoyingly, Mollie seems to be having the best time ever, eyes widening with excitement every time Ronnie pots the black.

But it feels wrong.

Is TV bad for babies? Help me out here, I need ammo!