The other day, my daughter lined up her entourage of toy companions in a row and told me, "They are watching television, daddy."
"What are they watching?" I asked, hoping it wasn't True Detective. I don't need some cuddly corduroy robot telling me how it transcends its tropes.
"Um... Magazine and Poo Poo," she said.
Magazine and Poo Poo? Where did that come from?. It must be something she watches with her mum. I thought I'd check it out on iPlayer:
Ahhh. ISN'T IT CHARMING???