The reason daytime TV is banned in this house

Mia started a new pre-school this week.
It's attached to her brother's 'big' school and she is chuffed to bits.

That isn't to say we didn't have a little wobble on the first day when she clung to my leg like a little koala bear in bright pink Kicker boots (more on these another day) and turned in to this totally alien shy, clingy thing.
It only lasted a day.

To make her feel more at home the teacher introduced her to a little boy in her class.
The teacher was encouraging the cute little cherub to share his likes and dislikes to coax Mia out of her shell, but he was having none of it.

Finally the teacher tried: "What's the TV show you really like Jacob? The one that's a quiz show? You know the one we said we'd try to make a game of here at school? What was the name of it Jacob?"
Jacob, without missing a beat: "The Jeremy Kyle Show." (For American readers, it's probably the equivalent of Jerry Springer).

The teacher looked like she'd just been slapped in the face with a wet flannel and I had to suck in my cheeks to ensure a loud "BWAAHAA HAA" didn't escape.

I'm no expert, but I'm guessing that's not the kind of audience the show's producers were pitching at. I hope.

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