I walked into the lounge and found both my girls on the couch — dead still, mouths open, eyes glazed — watching JJ sing about bath time. Cocomelon. Obviously. And the meltdown when I turned it off is something else entirely. So I did what any normal mum does at 11pm when they can't sleep — I went down a Google rabbit hole. What I found about how the show is actually made (and what it's doing to little brains in the meantime) is the kind of thing I wish someone had told me sooner.