Hello Electra - nice to see you again!
WFH, mine watch a fair bit of telly (after 5 on weekdays and Saturday and Sunday mornings so we can have a bit of a lie in, plus Saturday evenings if something like Dr Who is on). DS1, the biggest telly watcher, is off the scale of creative, and pretty slim and active really. I do try to steer them away from adverts though, as all the nagging does my head in.
In our last house the people in the other half of the semi were a ostentateously leftie anti-telly academic couple, and they didn't even possess one. They sneered at us about letting our kids watch it. Their kids' interpretation of creativity was beating each other up in the back garden, locking their mum out of the house and laughing nastily at her, and chucking stones at our toddler over the hedge. Meanwhile our kids were creating artworks and little plays and puppet shows based on what they were seeing on the telly, and things like that, in a cliched cute child fashion. It was a delicious schadenfreude-inducing juxtaposition of philosophies.
Schulte, classic bum gravy incident today - big noise then oozing like the Quatermass experiment up the back of the nappy and Felix's shorts, spilling over my hand. I had to cup my hand to keep it from dripping onto my friend's sofa, while she ran off to get various muslins and so on. I was surprised my hand didn't start fizzing and the flesh disintegrating in front of me, such was the apparent toxicity of the noxious substance oozing before my eyes.
God I love motherhood!!