
Last night, I scrolled through my newsfeed while my two-year-old son ate dinner. “Nemo?” he said, eyebrow raised.
Two-second pause. “Nemo?”
Two-second pause.“Nemo?”
It’s a familiar soundtrack in our household, one that is beginning to sound more like a background humming than an actual request.
This routine surfaced after a day of hijacking my phone from me, pretending to talk and type on it, acting out the example I have been setting for him for the past two years. The behaviour was cute the first few times (I even tried to catch it on film) but it has now become a dreary reminder of my own downfall.
He finally accepted my bribe to watch his favourite film once he had eaten all his broccoli, and it struck me – we try to limit our kids’ screen time when we are barely leading by example ourselves.
Screen time is a well-known dilemma for parents. We complain to one another about how Toby is obsessed with the iPad and Charlotte won’t eat without Peppa Pig on.
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We’re beginning to grumble more it more than we do about their vegetable intake or sleeping habits.