Stephen King and Mercutio are now on the top shelf

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VERITY LUSH: Don’t blame gran for kids munching on e-numbers

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Once upon a time, in a land far away, when the Lush household was child-free, the DVD collection stood alone and untampered.

Fast forward to two small children who can read, and it is tucked away in a series of drawers that are nigh on impossible for me to open, let alone them.

Certain books are also now out of reach. The Stephen King collection, for example, has found a higher shelf.

Even Romeo and Juliet has had to move, for it’s my old school copy and at 15 I thought it was hysterical to sketch a gimp suit over the line-drawing of Mercutio.

Magazines and newspapers are edited for content before appearing on the coffee table.

Headlines about sex, weight and Miley Cyrus are not for the eyes of the under-four-feet-tall brigade.

This reorganisation occurred after we came down stairs last year to find Amelie, our youngest, puzzling over the back cover of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre DVD and the tagline, ‘who will be left and what will be left of them?’ Let’s face it, it’s a far cry from Frozen.

All of a sudden, they can reach shelves that were previously a smidge too high.

They can open the extortionately priced book of Kate Moss prints, both beautiful and evocative, and shriek that, ‘Oooh, her boobies are out! HA HA HA.’

Nothing is sacred.

The thing is, where does our editing end?

I have no problem with my kids being exposed to, for example, appropriate nudity per se, on a scale that they understand; home, changing rooms, paddling pool.

I would, however, draw a thick black line at video games with an 18 certificate.

I have GCSE students who have explored and researched the effects of them on developing minds, and that was scary enough, without my own dose of sensibility.

On the other hand, do I have an issue with them watching Disney, with its narrow-waisted, almond-eyed princesses, and men-to-the-rescue?

Not really. I counteract it with my everyday example of a mummy who juggles teaching, writing and household, and shares equal responsibility with daddy.

It’s a minefield, this parenting business, and I feel as though I am constantly sidestepping explosive devices.

I have no idea if what 
I am doing is right; I’m 
just keeping my fingers crossed.

Verity Lush is a 36-year-old mum-of-two who lives in Portsmouth.

She is a tutor in philosophy, English and maths and has written a book for newly-qualified teachers, plus textbooks and articles for teaching magazines and supplements.
Follow her on Twitter @lushnessblog