In the moments children are mesmerised by a screen, there is a change of state. We are aware of the child’s potential for movement, the withheld energy in their limbs ever-present. But with the drifting of their imagination, digesting stories and flights of fancy, their bodies are left in a kind of unselfconscious tranquility.

In a strange way, it lets us catch our breath and see the child without disruption. Like so many things these days, ‘screen time’ has now become a source of parental anxiety, but there is beauty I think in the brief doses of respite it brings.