Rosie Millard from dailymail.co.uk writes.....
As my eight-year-old son Gabriel hit his five-year-old sister Honey on the head, ten-year-old Phoebe started yelling and the youngest, three-year- old Lucien, joined in the fun, a red mist descended over my vision.
It was eight in the morning. No one had eaten breakfast. The curtains had not been opened. The beds had not been made. The dog had not been walked. Our habitual regime of a ten-minute morning music practice had been abandoned.
The entire mood was one of anger, confrontation, pain and frustration.
Welcome to a family of Nintendo-users. Or should I say user, since we had only one of these infernal devices.